December 31, 2019
Two swallow, two more.
Done.
Start day.
Forty five minutes of build.
To blanket of bliss.
I can bend, I can move
I can’t remember, I can’t remember.
Thoughts fevered that of that norm.
The nodding starts, but understanding is light from pricked ears.
Keeping speech to a minimum to save eyes darting to far directions.
Forget…
‘What was I doing?’
Look around to see what was once.
A dusty thought creeps to show.
Not sure. ‘Is this right?’