√memories√

i cant remember what i was talking about.
maybe you maybe me maybe us.
they just keep popping up, in the most inappropriate moments.
i hate them so much i wish i could just extirpate them from my mind like you do with dead flowers.
my memories are all i have. my memories are what i fight against. my memories are what makes my brain polluted and sick, driving me to insanity.

its going to be a messy, tiring trip, so throw away your Rubik cube cause im a hell of a driver, and i intend on skipping every turn.

what i know its the straight road. what i love is the speed. what will happen is a giant, loud car crash.
i still don't know if i survived.

but my memories did.