A spoken-word piece about fragmented memories and the gap between how you appear and how you actually feel. The speaker recalls losing their mind while sensing something pleasant echoing in a face, caught between seeming fine and being out of touch.
Run to Starbucks to get this. I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that face, giving your emotions an echo and so much space. And when you're out there without a care, yeah, I was out of touch, but it wasn't because I didn't know enough. I just knew too
