I feel lost in a memory and, for someone like me, that’s the worst place to be. I have to keep reminding myself of this, what I wrote so long ago. The fact that I have to hurts me in so many ways. These memories (and flashbacks) are teleportation devices, sending me back to the darkness with ease, ready to devour me. Most of the time, I fight my way through the clouds, but not tonight. I’m tired of fighting. Tonight, I’m lost in the memories.