..and all of a sudden, i feel lost. all over again.

sometimes i recall snippets of our conversations. i draw my strength from them.

they could also be labeled as irrelevant memories.

a part of me feels scared that the memories are becoming hazy. and the other dichotomous part of me feels better to let them go.

So perhaps for now, i would like to think like Becca does in Rabbit Hole:

Somewhere out there I'm having a good time.