God.

There is something sinister about the present.
More sinister than the past.

I get this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something.
Something very important.
Sometimes, my dreams tell me what it is.
But before I grab it, I slip into the slumber of wakefulness.

Yes, it is a slumber these days.
And I feel very stifled.

I run into my past,
into its fragments,
desperate to understand,
the message it is trying to deliver.

But each fragment fails me.
Each one.

I have nowhere to go. And I'm lost in myself.
God, if there be you in me, find me.