My body sways, threatening to fall.
Too much caffeine and not enough sleep was making me weak.
Not helping that I have been sick for a week.
My body sways, my eyes going blank.
I reach for something, anything, to soften the landing.
It is February.
I remind myself grimly after The Fall.
I remember everything and nothing all.
Memories not even tied to this month but feelings I had similar to the ones now, barely three days in the shortest month.
I'm losing control of the steering wheel again.
I can feel myself start to flip on autopilot, lighting a cigarette and staring at things for too long.
My mind is getting messy, uncomprehending.
My mind shares glimpses of the past, unapologetically.
My mind is becoming another's, unwillingly.
Maybe I do not recall The Fall like someone else would.
Maybe I do not remember their face and fate like I should.
But maybe I can't remember my own face at all.
My body hits the floor, and a blinding headache is all I recall.
