Elucidating Questions

There’s that feeling

The feeling of being forgotten

As I sit in the falling sun in my spot

It’s my spot

It’s my house so anywhere is my spot

I’ll never be disappointed by toilet paper again

Which means I was disappointed by it before

Strange freedoms in being forgotten.

Like a look at the paint on walls you once knew the colour of but forgot because you entered the room enough times that no matter the colour it didn’t occur to you

My walls are blue.

That blue that hoped in its life to be grey but it was blue instead.

Like grey forgot to be grey and became blue by accident.

I get dressed up every night just incase just incase someone pops by

Or anyone at all

Safe in my hall of silence

But it isn’t the quiet tranquility of alone time

It’s the sharp ringing silence of forever alone.

If I was an adult I would come into the room and say

Hey don’t sit on the arm of the couch it’ll get bent out of shape

But I’m me so I’m sitting on the arm of the couch.