Fractured

You lose more the time when you wake up.

My memory is fractured. I am told that long periods inside a cryogenic tank will do that to a person. Fracture their mind and they will only remember pieces. The fillers between these pieces are cold and empty, void like the space between stars. But the pieces I do remember are bright, vibrant, and terribly frightening. 

Perhaps I was never meant to keep those memories.