all of my memories
have been distorted by remembering
i can no longer tell if i am fabricating
the bad days and diluting the good

i am becoming less
creating fragmented thoughts
to fill the void of a life i haven't lived
because i'd always been comfortable

i think i need jolting
maybe a razor stab of electricity
or to be dangled off a high building
so i can understand why i've been stagnant

distracted by the past
i have created a maze stale yesterdays
and become trapped among the high walls
too preoccupied to escape.

(reading stillness)