Courage. You can call me courage

Courage. You can call me Courage. I don't really have a name. I used to, but I don't remember. I don't remember most things. Memory certainly doesn't care about me. Why should I care about it? Memory... such a strange thing.

Forgetting
I don't know why I forget so much. I just do.

Sometimes I wish I didn't forget so much. Sometimes I wish I forgot more.

I forgot my name. I forgot most people's names. Except for one. ''Elm. ''

Nobody else's name was really worth remembering. Not even mine.

Is this my home?
I don't know how I got here. The place I'm in is a meadow. It looked... familiar. ''I recognized it! I RECOGNIZED IT!''

''THAT'S REMEMBERING! ''Then I frowned. It wasn't a good thing to remember.

I should just leave.

But I can't.

The memories won't let me.