A reminder at the end of the day that you spoke to me when I was half asleep. I shrugged it off, as if it was me being tired that made it strange, but you were quite peculiar. You spoke as if in broken English; as if you had forgotten, momentarily, who you were. Maybe you were just remembering who you were, and for a brief instant you were truly yourself. I could not remember what it was you said, only how you sounded and how it made me feel.
This entry was posted on September 26, 2011 by lifeaftersocialmedia. It was filed under In General and was tagged with broken english, feeling, forgotten, lifeaftersocialmedia, memory, sound, strange, strange words, walrus, words.