I've been exploring memories lately - vaguely recollecting moments that don't feel my own. Somehow disconnected and somewhat like a fantasy I once had. Unreal and separate.
I could retell the infinitely rare romantic moments lost in my fading drifting past. They are little more than skeletons of impassioned intention, tucked away in catacombs of sorrow. The vacuous gaps filled with fictitious and implanted memories.
-len
