Forgetful

Cut to black

Blank

Fade In

To the tingling sensation at my crown that I’m so used to

–providing clues to find the X marking the spot I’m on.

Why am I standing here?

What’s around? Did I plan this?

Books and magazines in a pile,

atop empty packages I’m ashamed to admit.

It’s denial;

I won’t look at it.

jesus

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