Abstract

I've forgotten a part of me that I need to find. I Don't know where I left it. I don't know even if I had it. Did I lose it on the way or did it never exist? If I told my story, I'd still get no answer. At times the pregnant silence gets so hard to bear & these words resound in my head: "You hold the answers deep within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memories. But the answer is always there." (Evanescence) I don't know whats killing me inside. If someone knows, won't they tell me?