the blue and the solace

d r a b.

I remember very vaguely the past events of my life. Time has, perhaps, corroded my memory but it doesn't play you like that when you haven't even lived your best years yet. It's rather that there isn't much worth remembering. The time I spent here, as I recall it, has been nothing but drab. I always thought, hoped, that eventually I'd find reasons to not dwell on the drabness of my life. But in a world where people suffer more than they can take, the mundanity of my life seems rather incomparable. I have accepted it as my suffering.