i found myself lost in a world of memory.
glimpses weren't enough anymore.
i needed it back.
i need it now.
i lost myself in a world of pain.
i found my memories.
but they walked to me, held my hands to my face and told me--
me? important? now?
time has passed me by.
life has left me.
because the memories, they drank from my veins.
those memories, they sucked the depth from my soul until it became cold and pale.
consumed by memory.
lost in it.
found in it.
i was these things.
lost. i am.