Memoirs of an Amnesiac

My eyes are wide awake, lost in oblivion. At this part of my life, I don't know what else matters. Words seem to elude me, like the drops of the morning dew. Nothing else makes sense. Things I considered to be right before now don't show its verity.

Do I ever have my own place in the sun or am I a forever alien to an existence that only I knew? An outsider looking in, I will forever be.

Who am I to judge what truly matters in life? I'm a spider trapped in my own web, unable to let go, and forever imprisoned.

What makes me think that what is right for me will remain right forever? For life, even in its sense of balance, is ever changing, moving.

How foolish of me to think that love in all its nobility could change such a fallible mortal as you! Nay, someone like me should be dressed with a straight jacket and ushered to the next emotional ward.

I'd be content now. Content in knowing that no one will understand an alien and deranged woman like me who is about to be admitted to the next emotional ward...sigh...