Seed to See

The amnesiac does not know who she has hurt or abandoned. She cannot remember where it all went wrong. She cannot recall the betrayal or the words that were spoken. She does not know who to apologize to or for what. Each day is new for her. Each day is long, laid out before her because it has not been drug back underwater by all the wounds. A life forgotten does not vanish - rather, it cannot be recalled, written down, told.

When you cannot tell your stories, when you cannot proclaim your love, when you cannot get back home, plant an amnesia tree in your mind, and watch it grow as you empty out. Let it bloom there in your body, let the branches scrub your mind and say goodbye to the knowing of who you love and all you desired and all that your life will never be. Memories are just hope in reverse. When you finally forget what you know, you’ll be free to dream new hope. This is how it is to be human. Top-heavy with the mind all the time. This is why it hurts to know and feel in opposition. The distance from the head to the gut is too long, too narrow, too winding. The distance from the seed to seeing is a lifetime. #amnesiadiaries

Exotic Memory
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