I fill my mind til bursting
in pressures of receiving, retrieving
cramming a brain-full into already tight confines.
I remember little. From so much.
I remember a crash, a broken promise,
a once-beautiful girl.
I remember laughing
and trying to make everyone realize how
funny life is.
I trip through.
Filling my mind,
knowing I will not remember,
knowing that much will be sacrificed,
because we are mere humans
and being human can suck.
But that humanity is our confine.
We fill our bodies, our minds,
we try to be alive, alert, knowledgeable.
I recall a night it rained mid-July.
Was that normal? Doesn't matter.
