Memories pepper the walls of my mind with the force of a shotgun blast.  Thousands of bits of conversation, thousands of pixels comprising visions of events leave painfully pockmarked walls and fill the corridors of my mind. There are days I slip and fall into a sea of snippets and bits.

I try my best to gather them in neat bundles grouped by place and person,  and general time frame.  I’m never sure if I  gathered all the fragments of one event, one single memory. Sometimes they start and end so abruptly it’s a little like reading the middle of a story with no beginning and no ending. No context.

Capturing all the bits, sorting and finding a place to file these packets containing the snippets of “me” takes constant housekeeping.  And I am so very tired today.

Perhaps if I write them here it will be a way of filing them in a safe place and still being able to find them later on.

Because you know, that’s the real fear.  Not being able to find them again once I’ve filed them away….