Post-its. Sticky notes.

Note to self:
Forget me not. But you forgot. And you always forget. And will always forget. But there's a familiar air...how could I ever let it slip out of my head? We are resistance. Persistence. Existence.

Man if all I need is this to remember...then it means my memory fails me as much as my heart, and all I need is to watch others resist in order to remember what it all feels like again. I miss this. And I've missed the faces. Oh how lost we have been. Oh how lost...

We'll never really be completely found. But what we live for are these times when it doesn't even matter.

Make a wish.