I wake up with a low rumbling at the edge of my consciousness. I'm not immediately certain if this is a headache or a leftover ache of a midnight fall to the ground or a hit to the headboard of my bed. The feeling does not pass, but instead, it insists and takes hold of my body until I am forced to recognize it. The buzzing at the back of my head is now a throb pulsing through every vain and circuit of my brain and the recognization hits. It is pain, but it is also memory. A feeling that is hanging on too long, a feeling I could only recognize if I have felt it before. To the practical daily people in my life who tell me to move on, let go, get over it; it is impossible. The memory has caused to much pain to forget.