Timeline so full of holes, gaps where days should be,
some distant memory, now sits empty,
drained away, cleaned out, left with just a cloudy space,
a blank page, thoughts, faces that i can't place,
cycle begins again, turn through the cogs in my mind,
moments i hide, feelings i try to find,
lost days, weeks that elude,
scenes of a movie that can't be viewed.
look in old diaries, was this the real me?
was this how i used to be?
was i in a dream? a nightmare maybe?
its hard to tell, the image is so shady.
Sometimes a crack forms, letting in some past event,
a small piece of the puzzle, a brief segment,
those are minor fragments, they don't last long,
stories gone, just snippets of my song.
thanks for reading,
kyle.(who am i again)
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