22 February - Blurbs

I don't know where I am.

I'm taking risks, saying things I'd never say with a sober mind.

I haven't spoken to you in weeks, but know that I love you -- always.

I equally want you to remember me as much as I want you to forget me, as much as I want to forget and to remember you.

I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am.

Find me. Forget me. Lose me.