That Moment Was Real


I don’t get people who say a manic night means nothing just because you don’t remember it. Since when does something only matter if it gets saved in your memory? In that moment, I was in the sky. I felt it. I lived it. No one had to tell me, it happened. If the memory fades, fine. It was still real while it lasted, and that’s enough.

Besides, there’s a lot of shit I do remember that I wish I didn’t. Whole days stuck in my head, thoughts ripping me apart. If we’re going to judge what matters based on memory, then a lot of painful garbage shouldn’t count either. But it does. So don’t tell me mania isn’t worth it just because it didn’t get filed. Feeling it was enough.

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