There is a blank space
where my memory should be,
my brain replaced with
the whistling wind and a vague
feeling of misplaced purpose.
Today’s Tanka Thursday prompt was “forget.” Something I do all too often.
Forgotten: A Tanka
There is a blank space
where my memory should be,
my brain replaced with
the whistling wind and a vague
feeling of misplaced purpose.
Today’s Tanka Thursday prompt was “forget.” Something I do all too often.
Cassandra Armstrong Writing 
Oh this is too relatable. ❤
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We need brain transplants.
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