Journal 3/27

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This is something that my Creative Writing teacher assigned the class to do, thought id share it.


I remember...


I remember.. wreaking bikes into trees, cars, the street, name it and ive wreaked into it. No broken bones, yet skinned, twisted, sprung, and just about all that.

I remember.. things that I shouldn't be able to remember, because it was something I shouldn't have done to myself. I remember nightmares of repeating it continuously, and dreams filled with nothing. A Void. Emptiness and yet filled with everything. Darkness and Never-ending brightness. A burning cold, a freezing heat. Not understood, but always known.

I remember.. faint glimpses of warmth that are more frequent than I can recall.

I remember.. things that people wish me to forget, and I want to forget as well. I wont forget them though, If I were too forget them id forget why I am me.

I remember.. colours of darkness, and of day.

I remember.. when sunlight didnt hurt, and wasnt so bright, or thats what it seemed to me.

I remember.. believing... I dont any more. I dont believe in religion.

I DO believe in a God though.

 

Sounds pretty interesting, and your Creative Writing teacher must've had quite a reaction to this!

 

I remember...the ways things were.

I remember...how easy life was before I turned 10.

I remember...that I onced belived.

I remember...I was once a supream being of some kind to control the universe.

I remember...when life was simple.

When was it ever simple?