As I pass my hand in front of my face
I see the remnants of where my hand once was
Cars are speeding by
and there lights are still way behind them
trying to catch up

There is a seperation between the ceiling
and the dirt spots upon it

I am losing my memory
I cant remember what happened less than 30 seconds ago
My life
is on perpetual fast forward with no pause or stop button
geonagual Reviewed by geonagual on . Trails..Trails..Trails... As I pass my hand in front of my face I see the remnants of where my hand once was Cars are speeding by and there lights are still way behind them trying to catch up There is a seperation between the ceiling and the dirt spots upon it I am losing my memory Rating: 5