i don't know who you are, but i...

how often should i ask you:

do you remember?

why?

why did/didn't you...

remember that sound?

remember the colors?

remember the wind on the skin?

...remember the hurt?

why? why didn't you...?

i remember. this night is like a reminder. it rains. it's beautiful. and i found that song. and i've already slept, so...

i feel the past in my bones. what a weird feeling.

weiRD.

if anyone knew how much i want my hopes and dreams to come true this time...

but it's like the story about the boy that cried, wolf!.