Sometimes I feel
detached. I have to remind myself that my brother is my brother, my mother is
my mother, my sister is my sister and the like.
It painfully stupid. I
don’t have amnesia, but it’s like I forgot how I used to feel around them that
I have to remind myself of it. Constantly remembering the past so that I can be
sure that I am indeed me, and people around me are people that I love. Present.
Can you imagine? Or
does it happen to everyone? Waking up and look at your sister’s face thinking
“Who? Oh, she’s my sister. She is someone I trust.” Or next to your husband
assuring yourself that you married the man, and you love him.
Gives me headache.
I hate this.
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