away

The name used to be on that page, a smudge next to the others. If you squint your eyes you can almost see it, below the suface. Almost.

I had a dream once, where my teeth began to fall out, pulverizing as they hit the page. I circled the marks with a black marker pen. In my dreams i can almost visualise the marks. Almost.

I have finally surrendered. You cannot see the marks, they're gone- a memory wiped clean. I can almost remember the name, it's roots firmly dug into the cavities of my mind, i can almost remember. Almost.