with purpose I enter a room only to ask myself “Why?” standing… looking around… struggling for the reason— only to retreat backwards retracing my mind’s steps to the nearest beginning— and after a while something reminds me of my original task and I bear for it aggressively thinking only of it till it’s done
it happens more now
I see a face in my head someone familiar… or famous whom I’ve seen hundreds of times— I should know her… or him— I do recognize them but what were their names? A…B…C… all the way to Z sometimes helps but not this moment— I loathe to use th’ internet but surrender to it… find my answer… then repeat as many names to match the faces clutch’d by my thoughts
it happens more now
I must practice…practice…practice like keeping post-its for brain waves that I might fail less in the coming tomorrows
loujen haxm'Yor 