I remember how on our old little playground we had old truck tires laying around. Our coach told us not to jump on them, but we did when she wasn't looking. I remember falling off of the tires. We both started laughing at my clumsiness. Now that I think of it, I can't tell if that was a dream or a memory. It gets to a point that you are so broken that you can't even tell. I used to remember every moment clearly, like it had happened just the other day. I would dream of how my life would be in the future but now all I can do is look at the past, so now dreams to me are just memories of dreams I once had. Because really, dreams never last and memories are only the past so how can I separate the two if both of them have faded away at the same time, leaving me broken in my bed and your voice ringing on in my head?
