Something I wrote a few months ago and hadn’t looked back on until today. As per usual, this is unedited and pretty much how it was scrawled in my journal.
want what is it to want? to have this amnesia carving out slices which rightfully are mine, are me - to no longer understand my own dreams or even, to remember them at all - no more than ghosts, haunting memories & apparitions aping what i no longer recall.