you know that feeling when a scene is stuck in the back of your mind for years and years and you have no idea if it's a memory, a dream, a movie or a fantasy?
i have many of those and as the time passes i'm getting more and more convinced that nothing is real
sometimes i feel like i am not real
not being able to recreate the route we took that evening to the poets and back, not being able to find the places in my mind, although i remember everything from that night so vividly, then finding them and them looking all wrong and at the wrong side of the road and stuff, makes me question my memories of everything
every time i try to find the perspective i remember so clearly, but it's just... a different place altogether
so i gotta question either myself or reality
i have many of those and as the time passes i'm getting more and more convinced that nothing is real
sometimes i feel like i am not real
not being able to recreate the route we took that evening to the poets and back, not being able to find the places in my mind, although i remember everything from that night so vividly, then finding them and them looking all wrong and at the wrong side of the road and stuff, makes me question my memories of everything
every time i try to find the perspective i remember so clearly, but it's just... a different place altogether
so i gotta question either myself or reality
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