I realized for the first time that I can't remember the dress you wore at the last meeting
Nor the detail of your face
Everything fades eventually, even you
Yes, forgetting for me has been a tool of survival.
Should I be scared?
Have I gone too far in trying to survive?
From that day on I have a lot of questions on my mind and sometimes I wish the world is simple, the survival is linear
That we don’t have to walk far to be saved.
There's a lot of things I don't know but here I am,
Hoping I don't have to walk into memories to remember the love
Who gave me.........