Day 38: It Comes To Mind
July 25, 2019•111 words
Long day. Tired day. That's what it is. Mentally tiring.
It's not a long day because everyday is confined by its length. The last shall be first and the first shall be last syndrome.
I'm feeling it.
My memory is making up its own mind. It's not so much a fading remembrance but a jumpstarted loss of identity. I don't know who I am anymore and I can't remind myself enough.
Let's write a poem. Shall we?...
LAST GASP
I had to learn
breath
that whatever I did
breath
worked
breath
for awhile
breath
to keep me here
until
breath
it didn't.
Will be back later. Will be tomorrow.