Just a thought.

What if you could remember the in-betweens?

Not good, nor bad, but in-between?

If you remembered more than that embarrasing 30 seconds that never, ever ended. Or that other 5 seconds that counted the most?

Because really, that's what life is made out of-- snipets of time, clips of who you perceive yourself as.

You remember the lights, because they always made you grin.
You remember the dark, because you've never felt more alone.

Sometimes you get movement, a liquid feel of slow motion, transcending through your night, your time, and a hazy, streaky replay of whoever gave you that thumbs up. But mostly you get frames. You don't even remember the color half the time.

Try it. Think back--what color was your shirt? How was the tint of her complexion? Were there shadows across her face?

You remember the first glance. You remember the first kiss. You remember the last turn. You remember the goodbye that never happened.

Maybe it's to protect us, to shield us from what life really is. To shower us with a slideshow of time. Like one of those flipbooks that makes the character move.

Grow.

Change.

One day, maybe, I'll share with you my in-betweens.

But I forget.

Just a thought.