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I found myself in an alleyway. Dark, wet and cold. At the far end of the alleyway lie bright lights, cars and food. Well, I think so. Slowly, I hauled myself up and headed that way.
It was a light; simple. A blinding, pulsating ball of light shone straight into my eyes, reflecting a bloody, scarlet beam at the dark cave wall.
It began quite suddenly. Just little things at first. She'd forget birthdays. Or what she was about to say. The words to a song. Or how to make a sponge. She left doors open. Thinking they were shut.
I blinked; where did the light come from. I tipped my head towards the cave mouth and was greeted with warm splashes of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the rocks.
I wake up on the floor on my back. Something is digging into me so I fumble about and find an envelope, half hanging out my pocket.
At the end of my garden there is a hole It wasn't left there by a mole Great big thing, it's 6ft wide And I don't know what lies inside Every day and every night Can't see in, there is no light I'll...
We went round to his house today, It was empty yet again. He'd gone out, yet again, Forgetting we were coming. He forgets everything these days. His house is a shrine to the past.
Give away this easy love, none of it comes back, Falling from the steeple; watch the stained glass windows crack. This place is one hell of a landfill, Feels like we're trapped in an anthill.
He ran from the building and saw her walking away. He pushed through crowds of people, people screamed insults at him but he didn't care, he had to get to her.
Waking up in my car, I didn't get that far. Sprawled in the back, Confused, by the memory I lack. What happened last night. In the mirror a terrible sight.
You know it sucks not being able to remember my past. But it does have advantages, I don't have to remember the heartbreaks or the times I cried for pointless reasons.
Her hair flew back into her face as the wind tried to whip it back in the other direction. She couldn’t look back. Not know. ONot never.
"It's a trap Someone's waiting in the tall grass It's a trap No one around for miles But you're all smiles This disease I find everything pursuing I forget that I hate so many things Like techno...
I woke up with head pounding and mouth dry. My legs and neck ached and complained loudly about being cramped up all night. I rubbed them vigorously and stretched them out trying to alleviate the pain.
An old lady at work has dementia but she always seems happy.
Tapping my fingers to the rhythm of the clock I sat there waiting, cuffed, held against my will to this chair for what seemed to be hours now.
The shards of glass fell in slow motion around me. Half dazed by this strange image, I didn't notice the ground getting closer. I closed my eyes. Shocked I opened them.
I met you in kindergarden. Your ghostly eyes hauting me Staring me down. I've always liked you. You never spoke. But one day you whispered in my ear- you have nice eyes. And then you left.
I lay there still, not moving, hardly even breathing. The cold, damp floor made me tingle, but I just had to stay. Winds that whistled surrounded my head, whilst I lay there my heart went numb.
*hmmmm.... Not quite sure of how to do this one. If this is crap let me know* The next time the girl awoke, she immediately noticed she was in a different room.
Upon attempting explaining the concept of Alzheimer's (something I've always considered terrifying, and my grandad was diagnosed with) to my Seven year cousin I found myself astounded but also...
Today I attended a dementia training day (I look after people suffering from mental illness during the night) and I have to admit, I am a tad freaked out by some of the early signs...
Please say what you think no oh that was good when you thought it was rubbish truth.
Still in a daydream, is that what this means. To touch what is not there, to feel nothing but the cold air. Can you still love what is not there or here. To forget would bring a moments single tear.