Gekko and Meedee |
Memoria Pg.160 |
Memoria2 - #60
I have this dream sometimes… I feel awake, looking out into a surreal and twisted world. My mother, in the distance, always silent, always out of reach. My brother, too close, with words but not himself. I try to forget. Or just accept. And now I can’t even remember their faces… They’re just blurs, not the things I remember. The detail has gone out of them. Red hair, striped shirt, brown hair, red dress, that’s all I truly remember…
I don’t know what to cling to anymore.
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