Pastless but Not Pure

Weekly Diary Entry #3

Never truly in the moment,

But instead grasping the essence of

Concepts or elements scattered within it.

Creating odd memories stitched together—

Like an abomination, a being without a past:

Disjointed pictures and thoughts and emotions,

This core I keep trying to grasp but that keeps me guessing

No memories.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weirdo”.