the dark sea wanes with the pulses of life. each creature bares a heart and blood, pumping in time. 

i forget the melody of this existence all the time, and am often singing in a different key with a different rhythm altogether. lost, alone and out of mind weary. 

well it’s someones fault for wiring my sinewy mind to work. at least whistle while you’re at it. 

 

i forget most things at once. the things i remember at a time are few in number, shallow in depth, and almost never of any use. 

i could’ve sworn i packed more knowledge into this meatloaf before i came to this planet. 

ah well, to be human.