Burnt Paper

I

Drop. Voices echo. A life I once knew, but no longer remember. A feeling I once felt, but no longer does it linger.
Lungs tighten, can't breathe, can't see, can't speak. I can't put my finger on it.
It feels.. almost ironic how I've ended up here. Almost like I did it to myself, but I didn't realize. There's gotta be a way back.
Back where? You can't return someone you can't remember. God, why's it so cold.
Cold? How can I know cold, if I don't know hot. You can't differentiate between the two when you've never felt the latter. Where am I. Who am I.
Why am I here, and where even is here.
Did I do something wrong?
And lord, what is that sound.
Sound.
What's that word mean.
Shuffling through memories that feel foreign and leave a weird taste in my mouth. Sound. Sound. Sound.

Sound.
Ah.
Sound.

Sound
noun
1.
vibrations that travel through the air or another medium and can be heard when they reach a person's or animal's ear.
"light travels faster than sound"
2.
sound produced by continuous and regular vibrations, as opposed to noise.

Sound.

I can.. hear things. But I'm not sure what. Water? Dripping? No. That can't be it. The sound is so.. vibrant. Like I hear it's color. It's shape. It's very being. But I can't figure out what it is.

Faucet? No. Not water.

Metal. Clanking metal. Hitting my mind, wrecking my mental. Mental. What is my mental. Why does it feel so loud, yet so gentle. Gentle? What is gentle?

Gentle, gentle, gentle.

Gentle
adjective
1.
having or showing a mild, kind, or tender temperament or character.
"he was a gentle, sensitive man"
2.
moderate in action, effect, or degree; not harsh or severe.

Does that sound right? I can't tell, because it's pounding, deafening, almost ear shattering. I can hear my own thoughts so loud it feels like I'm reading them off a page, letter by letter, word by word. Each sound my mind makes only drives me more insane. Insane? Scratch that. Ooh, scratch. Is the sound a scratch. And how does a scratch sound. Like a knife scraping over toast. Like the time my mom- Mom?

...who is mom?

Mom.. hm. Mom?

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Smell of roses, honey, coffee, and dark chocolate.
That's not mom.
mom
Roses. Honey. Coffee. Dark chocolate.
Still not mom.
What is mom.
Who is mom.
Roses, honey, coffee, dark chocolate.

..mom?