sunday

I woke up early today
no alarm clocks were set.
I sit in this chair as I always do.
but something is different. maybe I'm different. I don't even know.
I feel detached and distant like a floating balloon. 
I hate myself for feeling this way
I wish there was a button I could simply press and then all would be forgotten
do I even want to forget such perfect memories?
wait
what about the bad ones?
what the hell do I do with them?
I guess you can't quite separate
the good
and the bad
can you?