Fickle memories
Trickle
Down the pickled grooves
Of the brain.
Truth, over time,
Becomes distorted,
But the feelings remain.
The mind decays
And the heart remembers
The warmth of sun rays-
How violently they kiss the skin.
"Did I put on sunscreen today??"
A moment frozen in time
Plays in an endless loop
In my medulla, but its just a feeling;
I cant quite recall the actual scene it alludes to.
I've become exposed nerve-
Reacting only to touch,
I no longer seem to remember much.
I dont even know what I should know.
Oh..
There it is.
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
Fickle memories
Trickle
Down the pickled grooves
Of the brain.
Truth, over time,
Becomes distorted,
But the feelings remain.
The mind decays
And the heart remembers
The warmth of sun rays-
How violently they kiss the skin.
"Did I put on sunscreen today??"
A moment frozen in time
Plays in an endless loop
In my medulla, but its just a feeling;
I cant quite recall the actual scene it alludes to.
I've become exposed nerve-
Reacting only to touch,
I no longer seem to remember much.
I dont even know what I should know.
Oh..
There it is.
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