It's strange how much reality can feel like a dream.
Time erases everything, especially my memories.
I can only recall bits and pieces.
Someone screaming, a teddy bear's dress, snowballs.
Barking dogs, sunbeams, dandelions on noses, late night singing.
It feels as though my life isn't real.
Not because I don't feel connected to it,
But because it feels like I'm just watching a TV show I've watched over and over and over.
Yet somehow I can't remember any of it.
What is real? What isn't?
I'm not sure anymore.
But perhaps ignorance is bliss, for everything is romanticized in our minds.
Maybe the truth would hurt me.
We all know that fairytales are never what they seem.