Saturday, May 10, 2008


I walk into the bedroom and into the living room. I can barely think about what I want to do. I can see what needs done but nothing seems to register or get me kick started. Sometimes the thoughts come and go, like fleeting shadows under the trees. Other times they are a little more substantial, like children playing hide and go seek among the oak trees and the meadow. I can see the thoughts appear from behind the tree or race across the meadow in my mind, yet I can never quite seem to catch up. Just a fleeting glimpse.

Memory: mental faculty by which things are recalled or remembered