I can feel the dirt hitting my face it started slow but rapidly grew faster and faster as the moon gently touched my face it felt like a sincere apology from life as I climbed from this hole the air was tight but as I breathed more and more it was fresh like trying to catch your breath as a kid after a long fun game of tag and everything seemed so out of place my memories is faint and remembering is difficult I mean I knew English but I felt I knew more than that and the place I was in didn't seem safe or at least like a home would feel wait I don't even know what that feels like maybe I just have dirt in my eyes as I rub them everything becomes a little more clear there's graves and graves of husbands and wives but they are all so big and mine is so small mine just says a fallen soldier for a war we won this suit looks military but idk I can't remember there is cap on top of it and OUCH!! my head I remember something a house in a town I know this place its close to the town why can't I remember? Maybe someone who lives in the house knows me and as the moon gently peers under the hill the gentle heat of a sun makes my skin open with happiness of the breeze so i start my walk....
