Sometimes I wear the color of my mind in clothes. When people see me and ask why are you dressed like that, are you mourning someone? I answer usually with a nod or a shake of my head and no words, because how do you explain to people that your mind is in touch with feelings your body hasn’t deciphered yet. How do you tell them, the black shirts you are wearing is how your mind mourns the memories your body has chosen to forget. It is true that the body never forgets but sometimes, it does, intentionally too, to…