Probably Not Needing To Be Published Would

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.

When I'm Writing, My Neural Pathways Get Blocked. I Can't Read. I Can Barely Hold A Conversation Without Forgetting Words And Names. I Wish I Could Wear The Same Clothes And Eat The Same Food Each Day.

The Past Is What You Take With You.

Whatever Happens To You, Embrace It, The Good And The Bad Equally. Death Is Just One More Thing To Be Embraced.

If They Would All Sleep All The Time She Wouldn't Mind Being Their Mother.