Toskovat
I have all these memories of you.
I no longer know my own memories...
I'm trying to teach them back.
I'm trying to understand you.
Past, present & future.
You can lie to anyone – but not to yourself.
Today I remembered my first love (and some other obsessions), after finding our old vase.
When I was young, I wrote a parable about an alien who loved pineapples.
Only very specific ones, though.
His human partner didn't like how they fermented,
and they did not speak the same language.
I guess nothing makes sense when you're in love,
and that little else matters when you're drunk on it.
In the days that followed, I swam so often.
Sometimes it felt like waves of lavender bringing sleep,
but more often it was streams of gin & tonic that drowned it.
There were always tears at the end,
burning my cheek and salting my glass.
But there is no end.
I have all these memories of you.
I no longer know my own memories...
I'm trying to teach them back.
I'm trying to understand you.
Past, present & future.
You can lie to anyone – but not to yourself.