Food For Thought

I still cannot remember Falling so deep into a puddle of dirty, blinding mud. Memories glimpse through my aching mind, Memories that so desperately want to be refreshed. I still cannot remember The three months that I had died. 11 lives, two taken. Consumed by insomnia and fear Manic, in a panic A walking, talking zombie fiending for a cure. I still cannot remember The dry, wholesome feeling of feeling real. Every now and then A quick behavior brings me back Brings me so close to the taste and bittersweet heartache Of remembering.