All of 3 years.

Aint it funny how elusive a concept memory is? Slipping, sliding around fevered rhythms. Playing hide and seek and got lost in that vast space between the grey and the white. Never would i have believed it possible to forget this day and whats with the complete lack of emotion? Anger i could have dealt with, anything really, but this remote observance. Like an emotional cocoon just unnerves me. Is it really today? Happy birthday Mr. Mane.