Rambling fogged memories

Such ramblings as the hand shakes. No peace. No calm. No need. Just the expression of words crammed upon paper. The exercise of exploding words inside lines.

Careful how you treat other. The ones that love are closer yet the dementia presses them so far away. The glimpse of a mirror and the memory fades into blackness. A soft whimper as the mind echoes a cackling laugh.

So defined were the lines and now erased from a second ago. Clearly the way to complete these days is to forego the instructions. Living life as though no memory is intact.

Selfless in your actions and cautious are your undying hopes. Still I remembered once.

Does that mean much in terms. Maybe but it certainly feels like nothing. Yet I don't worry. In a way I have given up hope on really helping. In some lost way I always thought what I did for you would eventually mean something.

Though now I see it as foolishness. Careless dreams that remain misunderstood. Dreams, ideas crunching inside my head.

Careful. I won't remember much but the itchiness I get irritated or angry. The flare of when you seek to remind me of just  a bag you fling on occasion. How that expresses your liberation you so dearly deserve. I feel it. Thanks.

Remember I can only stand so much before I break. Forgiving you, I always do. Hoping to forget the hopelessness I am given.