it is increasingly painful to touch things made of metal around here.
i cant even get my damn keys in the lock.


i studied every muscle in my face by touch; i pressed and could not feel my fingers slide across my teeth.
i questioned if they were even there; as thin as the skin covering them.
it was pitch black; the lines white and glowing and speeding past 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-20-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-30...
i counted every line until numbers meant nothing.
what memory meant nothing?