-Note To Self-


 ...strangers in strange situations
looking 'cross the room
I bat a lash and lightly run
my right hand along my collar
bone

I think I'm someone else now
and I'm unsure of who or what it is
I don't really want to do this
but then again, I really do

Breathing underwater
in this dark room 
with so many strangers 
brushing against me
all here for the same thing
cloud nine love potion number
nine...my mind
doesn't know what to do anymore
my life
forgotten
the way I wanted
the way you wanted
lost among thick sud and froth
left behind by these strangers
pretending
to know 
my name...