Am I enough memory to remember?
A neuron that will not die
Out of all the impossible number of neurons
Am I behind my eyes; in your eyes?
I stil wish I can run away
And forget I was ever born in reality
I could run back to wipe away
All the fading pigments in my eyes
They are never present in me.
I could learn to fall apart.
I never meant I would.
It was always a possibility of everything.