A short paragraph about someone dealing with memory loss.
There is a fog over me. I cannot remember anything. I cannot see anything past this thick haze. This is maddening! Why can't I remember anything! I try, day and night, to reach out of this haze, to break free. I surround myself with photographs, books, anything to help me break free.
I hear people's whispers. I know they know me. Yet their faces are blank. I could no less know them than I could know a total stranger.
Everytime that I think I remember something, it slips away like a tissue to the wind. The wind of time, of love, of loss.
It is like an ocean. With every fall of the waves I loose more and more hope.
It is like a cage. I know only the present, not the past, not the future.
I am trapped.
I..Must..Break...FREE!
I hear people's whispers. I know they know me. Yet their faces are blank. I could no less know them than I could know a total stranger.
Everytime that I think I remember something, it slips away like a tissue to the wind. The wind of time, of love, of loss.
It is like an ocean. With every fall of the waves I loose more and more hope.
It is like a cage. I know only the present, not the past, not the future.
I am trapped.
I..Must..Break...FREE!
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