Remembering

Remembering that I have a blog.
Remembering that nobody reads my blog, in effect enabling me to say anything I want without fear of repercussion.
Remembering all of my hopes.
Remembering all of my fears.
Remembering that I am forced to face those fears with unfortunate regularity.
Remembering that I can sleep 18 hours in a day and still be exhausted.
Remembering everything that has ever made me cry.
Remembering things that make me cry in retrospect.
Remembering people from the past who I now assume are dead.
Remembering to unplug myself from this reality so that I can lace my thoughts with some objectivity.
Remembering that I am mortal.
Remembering that I am glad that I am mortal.
Remembering that I wish I weren't mortal.
Remembering those times I tried to fly.
Remembering the time I succeeded.
Remembering more vibrantly the times I didn't.
Remembering the lessons I was supposed to learn.
Remembering the pills I was supposed to take.
Remembering the lives I've lived.
Remembering the facts I've embellished.
Remembering the memories I never had.
Remembering that I convinced myself of their truth.
Remembering that I can't rely on my memory for objective fact.
Remembering that I can be really harsh.
Remembering that I know better.
Remembering that I have life by the tail.
Remembering nothing.
Remembering.