The words of a moth

It's a blank space. It's not death, but it's not not death. What is a person but memories and experiences? Without those are they the same? Can they go by the same name if they aren't that person anymore? You're told you used to love this thing. You're told you used to love this person. There's nothing attached to either anymore. The expectation is there though. They're expecting a song and dance. Dance, and pretend to be human. Pretend to be something you're not. Something you don't remember being.

What else have your forgotten? Is this the first time your mind has been emptied like a rain-filled bucket? They all look at you like they know you. Did they? They all expect things from you. You look fine, so you must BE fine, right? Right? Remember, silly, it isn't so hard. Remember, just write it down. Remember, stop fooling around. Remember this time, it's important.