Memories are like torture

I awoken.

It was as if I had been in an endless dream. Floating in an endless space where I was teetered to nothing. A dream not even pleasant nor a nightmare... it is just that thought; a dream.

I gritted my teeth feeling rather annoyed; one after another, I had suffered, I had loved, and felt so much sorrow. 

Memories are like a torture, being ignorant had been so beautiful but alas I had the unfortunate thing of being enlightened. I wished to myself that I did not remember it at all. That I could simply continue being ignorant. What I had remembered of my past had only been a tip, walking around ignorant as though I knew things, looking down on the beast side but, haha, I had been so naïve. When the memories had appeared I had no idea if I should hate, despair or smile in joy. 

Imagine the life on the island had been so beautiful.