lallisonwriting

[lallisonwriting]

I Don't Remember if I Gave This One a Title:

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I'm at early stages of brain decay-

I can feel it settling in.

A new companion come to help me whittle away the time.

I've been dropping things more often and my muscles get sore quick.

Sleep most nights eludes me, unable to turn off the constant din.

All the mental tricks and pneumonic devices are for shit when I don't remember whether I've eaten, or showered, or left the fucking house today.

Making lists means nothing when I don't know if I'm the one writing them, or who will be reading them later.

I'm scared by the way I'm forgetting my oldest friends. Their faces swim through my memories like an image through TV snow. And the more I try to tune the dial, the fuzzier they get.

But I remember so clearly every agonizing second of the things I can't forget. Will never forget.

Today was the best my brain will be for the rest of my life. It'll be worse tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. Today was the most cognitive function I'l ever have again.

And I couldn't even tell you what happened.

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