Where is my mind?
"Way out in the water..." There, on top of the tree, the air felt lighter, purer, so unlike my mind in that very moment. Why did he love me? If he still loved me... why? Why did he have to cheat on me? Did he ever love me? Did he regret meeting me...? Truth is my memories are not the sharpest. Off and on I get these flashes, images, and I sporadically remember something, although most of the time the images are blurred. I no longer know if I was born or created. All I know is the days inside the cage were long and quiet. Not much happened inside or out of it, so I just focused on living, if you could call ‘living’ to just being there. I used to read a lot, since it helped me forget about everything else, to be one of the characters and not a locked up creature. Those who took care of me paid some attention and scribbled some notes from time to time; occasionally they'd let other people ob...