The Impossible: Prologue (4)
I have been fire. I have been water. I have been air. I have been the Earth. I have lived.
We all have memories and dreams, that fade, turn into dust – we forget. And we can´t remember who we are or were anymore. Our minds can play tricks on us, can fool us, make us insane. We might not be ourselves anymore, we get lost, we lose the directions we have been given. We wonder in places where time does not count, where everything that you have ever worked for is worthless.
You can insult me in many ways but you always have to remember that I do not forget. I remember the smallest detail of the most meaningless event of my life.
I do not forget.
I am old. I am tired. I am tired of life.
This is not my story, it´s the story of my defeat.
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