**"I Want to Remember Me"** *by Felishai* I’m scared I’ll forget who I am. That the edges of my laughter will blur, That my quirks will fade into fog, And the stories I tell will slip through time like grains of sand I can no longer name. I feel like I’m fading— Like the photos in old albums, worn down by too many hands, too many days. Every day I say “sorry,” like it’s a song stuck on repeat. But it’s lost its meaning, hollow now— just noise echoing in a room where no one answers. I forget what I walked into the room for. I forget what day it is, what I was about to say. I forget texts, faces, tasks, sometimes even the taste of joy. But I don’t want to forget me. Not the girl who giggles at clouds shaped like elephants. Not the one who paints stories with her fingers, who dances barefoot in the kitchen at midnight. Not the woman who loves fiercely, who feels everything too much, but never stops feeling. I don’t want to just be remembered as the one who lost her way in the fog— Let them see the sparkle I once carried in my eyes, the thunder in my heart, the kindness that poured out like rivers. Let them remember the way I showed up, even when I had nothing left to give. The way I believed in magic, in healing, in light. Even when the world went dim. I want to remember the *real me*— the soft, chubby cheeks kissed by childhood joy, the pink and green dreams, the girl who sang with butterflies and called dolphins her sisters. The one who taught love to little hearts and never stopped searching for her own. If I forget, let these words find me. Let them be a lighthouse when I am lost. Because somewhere deep down, beneath the fog, beneath the fear, beneath the “sorry”s— I am still there. I am still me. And I am worth remembering.
