Our Existence

I remember lying on a hillside covered in short grass, waiting for time to erode my body. I didn't dare open my eyes, because I knew that if I did, the sunlight filling the sky would corrode my pupils. I felt as if I had no awareness at all. I thought no one knew I existed anymore.

Memory is like an amber stone tightly wrapped up and treasured inside a sealed box. I'll never know what's inside. My memories seem to be sealed away too, connected only by scattered fragments.