There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough
From the Blog r2square [image: purple pink smoke] I was brushing my teeth the other day, looking in that foggy, droplet-stained mirror so early in the morning when the pictures started to move in my head so thick and fast. Childhood. I don’t care about that era, just like I don’t care about the teens that passed. I don’t even remember being a child. I have flushed away those memories so perfectly. I do that, I can erase an entire era from my brain if it has so much as one painful event. But I have never been fortunate to have one bad event, one is always chasing the other. I don’t think anyone ever is. I may remember the event, but everything else just melts away. And soon the memory itself fades. Taking every feeling, but numbness, away. I suddenly saw my dad in a ward sitting right next to me. Weapakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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