I'm not okay. People keep asking me how I am, standard greeting and all, but rather than lie I just tell them they don't want to know, or stop asking that. I haven't been okay for months, perhaps years.
Madness string 3227
Going through the garden of remembering, I found something. A memory. A missing piece. A reality, once again, that I had merely forgotten the whole picture when in fact the truth had been before me all along.