I don’t remember much.

I remember small fragments.

Not much to personality out of.

but I do remember some.

I remember the sunshine pouring through the leaves on the trees like it was physical.

I remember relishing in the rain.

I remember peaking from the closet in between the closet slats.

I remember heart pounding blood rushing.

I remember screaming so loud I could no longer hear myself just a ringing in my ears.

I remember no one believing me as the tears streamed from my eyes and the blood dripping to my toes and pooling in my yellow boots.

I think I may remember too much.