Digestion

As each day passes with regularity, the emptiness grew ever larger inside of me.

When I became awake, the softness of the pillow escaped my memory as if it was never there.

And even though I detested myself for rolling in comfort like a child, I could not help it.

As the quilt slipped over my shoulders, I remembered very little about what went on yesterday, and even less about what was going in this world.

This soul is tosses into a new dimension each time it becomes awake, having to familiarize itself with its surrounding.

This scarred leg, this stain on the mattress, this noseitch, and this resume on desk.

Somehow, I did not feel related to those items, as if they were the work of some naughty
angel who left not so long ago

yet.......