Aug 6, 2016
Sometimes memories just come to me and they're detached from everything else in my life. In the olympics there's someone with the middle name Celia. And I remember knowing someone named Celia when I was younger. I vaguely remember what she looks like. But I don't remember where I knew her from. I don't remember her in connection to any of my other friends I had at that time. I don't remember what age I was when I knew her, or what my connection was to her. One part of me knows that she was real because she feels so real, but another part of me has to doubt it because I don't remember where she's from at all. And it's a horrible feeling, like a memory just out of reach, like something on the tip of my tongue.