A mind that forgets,

A thought that rekindles,

 Inflames, provocative and insulting memories.

Acting as the catalyst to the impending doom that awaits.

At the climax of the dark idea,

I lose the clearness and become engulfed in question:

“What’s life?”

“Why is this me?”

“Who am I?”

“Why am I, I?”

These thoughts that I so philosophically find the answers to,

leave me in a bitter sickening altitude.

Why am I here…

This reflection may be of the past,

but as of now does not represent the soul inside.

I pity the girl I see.

Why is she me?

Why am I, I?