Mundane memories erased.

Amnesia.

Worried.

How am I going to regain them back?

Good stuff.

Grief, denial, this can’t be happening.

Why now?

Why me?

I will do anything to get it back.

Should I surrender?

The good and the bad,

Turned into raindrops.

Now its empty just like dry air.

Atomic particles, I can feel.

But I can’t grasp.

The more I fight losing them,

The more exhausted I become.

So I decided to stop fighting.

I’ll lift it up to chance.

What I can start doing is,

Let new water to evaporate.

To make new clouds and rain.

To make more meaningful memories

To make more meaningful thoughts

And stories that are more worth sharing.

For life.