My first memories,

My first memories are of the sea.

My first memories of my own father

and his boat,

All on a tiny fishing boat

From the mouth of the Little Norway River.

My first memories of a small pond,

of the blue waters.

My first memories I saw my mother

with a pair of bright orange pants,

of a blue and gold striped boat,

and I knew she loved me.

My first memories I spent the day in the forest.

My first memories of the woods,

of moss, the leaves.

My first memories I saw the ocean.

My first memories I saw a blue light flash

on my forehead,

but my mind never felt blue like this. I remember these memories from my childhood memories, but they don't count. Not a single piece of me from there. I am in so much pain now that I feel almost useless. Everything inside me burns and my mind never can rest. It's like I've lost my soul. It's as if the world has turned to me as it's always been