I have spoken before about the creeping suspicion that I am in the early throws of dementia. I forget an awful lot of things (I have a lot to remember, mind you) and I suspect that I might be a bit repetitious from time to time – rendering my present self even more boring than the previous one.
I opened up my computer today and the word processor asked me if I wanted to save or delete something. The fact is that I can’t remember even writing it. The words sound like mine and they are familiar, but I do not recall actually arranging them. The possibilities are as follows..
1. I wrote them for someone and forgot to send it to them
2. I wrote them for someone and sent it to them but forgot that I had done so
3. I wrote them and published them here
4. Both (2) and (3)
5. I wrote them in my sleep
All 5 options suggest a certain level of mental deterioration but I apologise for now repeating them if any of the first 4 options apply.
Our arms, our legs, our minds entwine
We dare to bare our souls divine
We take our poison with our wine
Dying slowly. Feeling fine
Slowly. Slowly. Little death
This final touch. This final breath
This final moment. Final kiss
We dive into the great abyss
We shed our skin. We cannot hide
Our love. Our happy suicide