I don't know what I'm writing anymore

Down a well, we go. gliding out of the mouths of humanity. we each succumb, one by one, into the blackness where we feel the mysterious beings around us peck away at our exteriors. then we all rise and mesh into different beings. after, no one is reimbursted and we all fail.

I can't stop a sentence without erasing half of it. i feel indisiscive about how to spell that word and how i should write. i know writers get better everyday, but i don't even know if i can consider that as a propper title for myself. i know that i will reach my summit by my last days in this life, but knowing that how does anyone finish soemthing, if they know that that wasn't their best?

What We Forget As We Grow Old

how to measure our shoe sizes
how to tell the truth
how to hold a pencil
how to react to a fire
how to snap
how to listen
how to appologize
how to open our windows and doors
how to feel good
how to be in love
how to show love
how to say no
how to control our fears
how to tame ourselves
how to cope with change
how to be with people
how to be ourselves
that time hasn't stopped
that our parents love us
why we loved the house we grew up in or still growing up in
that we may not get into college
that we once had control of our lives
that there once was a time we didn't bicker with our siblings
that not everyone cares about what we're talking about
that not everone cares about us
That not everyone cares at all
The memories we once saw vividly and now hide under the blankets of others in our mind
how to measure our shoe sizes
how to catch fire flies in a jar to make a new friend

I think I've almost run out of things to say. i don't want to; i want to remember everything i think of, but i'm always too lazy to get out a sheet of paper or a post-it. But, the worst thing is it may come back to me, but i would never know it because i wouldn't be able to recognize that one thought i had however long ago. sigh*