Dear Mom,

My new friends in this group warned me in secret to keep a record of everything, just in case my memories would start to deceive me. They said their memories were like children's jigsaw puzzles, and there were gaps and parts that did not fit.

They do not know that my memory has been lost to the point that only my identity as Emma Woods remains. Even the part of it labeled as "Mom and Dad" is empty. I have no reason to worry if the new pieces fit, or if my parents will vanish when I open my eyes in the morning... Though I remember nothing, I miss you terribly, Mother.

I cannot imagine your appearance, nor can I record the moments of the past, it is just my body that constantly whispers: "Write a letter to Mom, like every night once upon a time, and trust the wind to carry it to the stars." Sometime I wonder wh...

Sorry, darling

Maybe...

You, without warmth

Is what I need most

Goodbye

I hope you see this signal, Emily

I will wait here for you

Do not disappoint me

Everything Is Ready For My Date With Jane.

We Are Going To The Church In The Morning. We Will Have Coffee And Omelettes In The Cafe.

After We Have Taken A Stroll In The Park, We'll Go To The Aquarium To See The Dolphins And Penguins That Jane Loves So Much.

We'll Rest In The Afternoon. So, What Did We Do In The Morning? We'll Reminisce And Remember.

We Will Not Remember. The Night We Spent In The Church.

I dreamt that I was a butterfly. I awoke and found that I was a man.

Was I dreaming that I was a butterfly? Or am I now dreaming that I am a man?

The fleeting sense of consciousness and beauty in the wake of my revelation allowed me to take solace in the lack of response to my question. We are free in our dreams, yet the sobering reality has no true distinction from these dreams. We cannot separate dreams from reality meaningfully other than with blind faith.

Even if you're afraid of the memories fading away,

Even if you don't have anyone to hold your hand,

it's okay if you know the warmth of tears.

Come on, let's go home.

Our journey may have been meaningless.

Our past may have been a mistake.

But we’re not going back.

Even if this world comes to an end.

Because this…

This is the world with the people we cherish.

The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul. If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. If you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth.

• And I'll forgive the hole in the wall. I'll forget you were ever here at all.
• Be your true mind
• body integrity dysphoria
• What you see with your own two eyes - May not be the truth, either.
• hehe Haiii :3 ^___^ ( im about To kill Myself )
• I feel what I feel. I see what I see. I can only guess what exists outside of that.
• It's been a long time since I've been me.