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Bountiful Brown Bedhead

This new Google Keep
It's too fancy for my liking

I have a favourite towel
It's yellow and has a jigsaw print
It's got Pooh and Piglet smiling in a friendly embrace with eyes closed
It says "Friends like a jigsaw, fit together"
I've had the towel for years now
But today I really saw it and read it
And decided it was my favourite
Not because I'm sappy about friendship
But because it has Pooh and Piglet and a jigsaw and it's yellow

I don't expect you to understand
Very few would

But I have this fear that one day I'll forget
Then all I'll have are these dumb writings
To remind me of who I was
I mean, who I am
Or who I used to be?

The book I'm currently reading is about a woman who wakes up in the middle of the ocean belted to the seat of an aircraft that just crashed
She finally ends up on a shore with no memory of who she is and how she got there
All she knows is that she has a missing daughter she needs to rescue thanks to some things in her pocket
I'm waiting for her to check herself in the mirror and find that she has no childbearing birthmarks on her body
Not because I don't believe she could not be a biological mother
But because the books I'm usually into have absurdly incredible twists like that

I'm trying to make this profound
But adding complicated analogies only a psychotherapist would catch
Only works eight out of sixty four times

Square rooting is not nearly as satisfying as multiplying by itself
I remember having opposing feelings about this
But I guess I'm no longer who I was

And thank god for that
Perhaps my biggest fear is not really forgetting, but never changing

But then how come this new Google Keep is so annoying?

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