These cycles of forgetting and remembering are so very torturous in their poignancy. Peaks and lows of too much feeling, running with whole abandon from tear-brinks to patient contentment. Somehow a stability from these two extremes results but I am afraid that perhaps this gathered balance is in fact blindness.
Youth necessitates uncertainty and I spend, it feels like, all my spare energy refuting it. This persistent reflexive reminding... could it be a process of delusion, of voluntary brainwashing? Or am I simply clouded by fear?
There is nothing to be afraid of, you live in a bubble of your own choosing. You can only be grateful to be so lucky.