Something shifted.
The world got way from me and I
can’t stop the turning.
I look and see those I knew
I know
I want to know
and wonder what I’m doing wrong
what are they doing better?
Or do I just not see it right? Am I
missing something?
I feel a void inside where memories used to be
I can see through myself.
Can you see through me?
Can you see it too?
There is no cover for such a space
and there seems to be no way to fill the void.
Memories are not created as easily as they
used to be
and I have tried
oh, how I’ve tried
but it seems there was a point where
my mind
just ceased working properly
and
things that were there at one time
simply
were not the next time. I looked.
Searched. Searched.
I still look back from time to time to try and find something.
Blurred images melting into one another.
Grayed out photos of life
Darkness where color should be.
Everyday trying to remember
trying to fill the void to no avail.
All for naught.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC
Something shifted.
The world got way from me and I
can’t stop the turning.
I look and see those I knew
I know
I want to know
and wonder what I’m doing wrong
what are they doing better?
Or do I just not see it right? Am I
missing something?
I feel a void inside where memories used to be
I can see through myself.
Can you see through me?
Can you see it too?
There is no cover for such a space
and there seems to be no way to fill the void.
Memories are not created as easily as they
used to be
and I have tried
oh, how I’ve tried
but it seems there was a point where
my mind
just ceased working properly
and
things that were there at one time
simply
were not the next time. I looked.
Searched. Searched.
I still look back from time to time to try and find something.
Blurred images melting into one another.
Grayed out photos of life
Darkness where color should be.
Everyday trying to remember
trying to fill the void to no avail.
All for naught.
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