i feel like I’m a wanderer in my mind and sometimes in life i have to test myself. though nothing is remembered, only the crumbs of the music and the faces of the people float out of the corners of the mind.
thoughts and memories will arise or not, and I have a hard time remembering what and how.

I am a stroller, I have been and will remain so, I know that they want good for me, but do I need that good ….