Someone else’s memories
are in my head –
has to be theirs,
can’t be mine.
It’s like I found this
strange channel
out there
in the airways
and I’m invading
another brain.
Right?
That has to be it.
There’s no way that was me.
Was I really that
sad,
stupid,
shy,
simple?
Did I really make all those mistakes?
No way.
Can’t be me.
Has to be someone else,
and I feel really bad for that person.
Pen in Motion 
Jun 29, 2021 @ 02:59:30
I feel this way too and it’s painful to look back on. An entirely different person. You capture that experience quite well, and I find it beautifully written.
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Jun 29, 2021 @ 03:20:49
Thank you for saying that – it’s always humbling for my work to impact another person. And I often wish I could just forget – like forever.
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