frightened fragments

it's starting to scare me

just how little i remember.

as the days go by,

 and only bits and pieces

stick their heads out

and i cannot recall anything else

but this nonexistent bliss.

a constant blur

of day-to-day life

is what you would call it,

or i think you would

if i ever told anyone

about this.

i cannot think of yesterday,

because the past is in the past,

and i could not if i wanted to,

anyways.

but sometimes

i feel like

i used to know the answer to the question,

"why is the sky blue?"