I remember remembering a long time ago something i used to know but now i can't quite remember.
But i remember... remembering.
The answer is just out of my mind's reach. I think i used to believe. I think things were very, very different.
There is an answer that we all know. We knew it before the world became so painful, before the pain became so real. We remembered how to heal.
But now we only remember remembering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Remembering can open old sores - though some people enjoy that