Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
the first time you met them.
They remember every story you’ve ever told them – Like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash but they don’t forget how to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
because they’re busy
the important things in life.
24 Years of my life have passed in the struggle to remember things that I’m told, to listen to conversations as they happen, to be more attentive and to be present.
24 Years of my life till I realized where my brain rest at, what my nerves hold on to, and what grabs all of me.
24 Years of my life and I finally accept and embrace myself as a forgetful writer.
I’m not absentminded
I’m not obsessive
I’m not lost
I’m just another soul with mind full of words waiting to be poured out.