Shattered fragments of prisms lie about
sharp edges that still hold strange glimmer.
I wonder where time has gone
but it's always here.
I know that.
The brain can only hold so much before it starts to erase memories to avoid overfilling
how can you know this and not be terrified?
I wonder where my memories have gone
How can you experience this and not feel out of control?
I want to desperately clutch at everything and keep it with me
just like I used to gather all my stuffed animals and name them.
Every moment I want to count down and name it and sleep knowing that I am myself.
How can you stand there and not fear losing everything
fragments of who you are that glimmer in the sun?
Where did the times go?
Time has always been here.
I know that.
Where have my memories gone?
Shattered prisms refract lurid light in response
How can you stand there?
YOU ARE READING
Random Writing Blurbs
PoetryTitle explains it- I might be writing excerpts from books I'm trying to write or some freeform poetry(probably more poetry than excerpts even though I'm trash at poetry), whatever I feel like throwing out there.
