10 August 2011 - 12:45 pm

I must scratch something
down before it rains and my
lunch ends. I must scratch
something down before the
end comes. I must scratch
something down before I forget.
It looks as though I have
already forgotten. I have forgotten
how to wake up. I have forgotten
how to be joyous. Not sure I
ever really knew. Glimpses,
Just out of focus on the edge
of my peripheral vision. Terribly
sad sad sad sad. True. True. True.
This is what happens when I listen
to myself.