I’ve got a problem. I hold onto my memories so tightly
that they slip through my synapses and float away.
Happiness is fleeting, pain is fleeting
everything is fleeting, I am fleeting.
I can feel the coffee stains on my teeth
and the acne on my face more and more vividly,
I feel like I’m a teenager again but I’m less angry this time around.
Self conscious conundrums are creeping through my mind
like infantry crawling in trenches or lovers climaxing in bed.
I ignore my triumphs and obsess over my shortcomings.
I’ve dug deep enough into myself to reach the other side
but there is no other side, it’s just more me.
Hi, my name is Alex and I am a memory junkie.