Something Different

a talk with a ghost

Hey, thanks for coming to talk with me, what was your name again? Oh, right, I’m sorry, I’m so confused I don’t know what’s going on anymore….

Somehow I feel like I don’t remember things like I use to
I can’t recall what I did yesterday, am I dieing? Am I going to forget the ones I love?
Am I going to forget myself soon?
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Sometimes I feel like I don’t remember what I’ve said in recent conversations. They say its in my head and its nothing. I thought they were wrong.
Then I began to think about it all.
They were right.
It is in my head, forgetting everything. It is becoming nothing
Because I’m forgetting it all.
Slowly…

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I lose track of time now. I lose track of people too. I repeat myself they say. Who are they?
I don’t remember.
I’m starting to lose my self. My skin is becoming transparent. Not my pigment. My skin.
I’m disappearing.
Soon I’ll be like my mind.

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Goodbye.
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my grandmother who has past away, had Alzheimer's. this story is just a part of how i interpret the disease and how it might be like through the mind of somebody with it. i am not trying to do anything that might be offensive to anybody who has a loved one with this issue because i know what it is like to see it happen.