#tomorrow's

B) It gets me through the week

It is fascinating to me. This is the 2,276th file on my camera. I say "file" and not "photo" because video recordings are tracked under the same tally — anywho. I did not realize it, how many I'd taken. I don't take many very often, so seeing that number is... Strange. Almost wholesome. As if it amounted to something, to hold me to where I was, to prove I was there. It's all a lot of clouds, along with sparse family photos of fun little times. Almost solely in snow, too. My roots have held, it'd seem. But that is beside my point. It's a comforting feeling to realize that I was there, despite that I no longer can be, even through memory. Forever onward, only glances back — except for this — this small device, wielding years of moments of myself.

Some time ago, I smelled something familiar that I couldn't place for the life of me. I don't remember the smell, what it was from, nor why it was so familiar, just that I wrote down that I'd smelled something I couldn't remember anymore. It's an uncomfortable feeling. Nostalgic, as any other, but uncomfortable. I'd wonder if anyone else too has such memory issues as I do, but I prefer to hope not.

I've lately felt a need to feel. I forget how to care for my emotions when they first arrive, and leave them as they are without giving understanding, not knowing I've done so until I crack. I almost wonder if anyone else knows the feeling. Surely, there are at least a few that do.

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