Privilege.

Nights where my mind fast forwards to different sets of memories and bewilder itself. 
It's a wonderfully sickening feeling I cannot let go. 
Memories I want to remember, 
dreams I secretly ask for without even having to say it in my prayers. 
Tell me, remind me, answer me; is this a blessing or a damnation? 
It feels so good to be a wrecked piece of living thing.