I know there’s a reason for me being here…

I know there’s a reason for me being here…

But most of the time…

I don’t want to think about it.

Could they really be alive after what happened?

Memories are the link to the forgotten past…

Are they real people?

Or did I make them up?

I still remember their faces…

Most of the time I can’t get their voices out of my head.

Sometimes it feels like I’m dreaming…

But I start thinking…

Is this all some horrible nightmare that I can’t wake up from?

Why can’t I forget?

What can’t I remember?