As hard as I try, I continuously have something gnawing at my brain. It’s the question of what I was supposed to remember, which of course even now I’m still struggling to remember. Morning, noon and night I work hard to remember, what I work just as hard to forget. Pacing to and fro like a mouse in a maze. It just takes one word to make me lose my way. Lucky for me, my brain is like a boomerang and everything that is lost ends up working its way back to me, eventually.
I forget to remember©
By Felina Silver Robinson