I have lost my memory
Retain only my senses
Anything that I find sad
I can only set aside
I have become what I am
Right here right now
Typing the first word that comes to mind
How can I deny?
There’s no looking back
And there’s no asking for unfairness
Chasing beauty in black
Trying to catch anything from nothingness
I don’t know what this is about
What am I supposed to write?
I’ve run out of things to feel, things to fill my blackout
How am I supposed to keep creating stars?