as do months and years but seconds
and minutes seem to linger in the
mind all day long nowadays as I
sift through the memories of my
in a mental memoir of life before
I was really aware of anything of
which to speak or take notice... it
was a time of life without the skills
of cognition to enjoy it... living like
a sponge that is soaking wet with
the knowledge from all around without
the wherewithall to understand any of
it, much less process it into something
concrete or formal... it was a time of
spoon fed puddings and frequent changes
in the clothes I wore without the slightest
regard for my privacy let alone the
privacy of others who were exposed
to my privates without consent and no
changes were ever filed against those
who perpetrated the crime on me...
it was a time of innocent without any
proof that I could voice my own opinion.
6 September 2022
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