.

I can feel it in my head,

Silently creeping, this lightness,

It is taking over the usual brightness,

As it unwinds, thread by thread,

All the paths I have ever tread;

I can feel it in my chest, this tightness,

As I indulge in required politeness

And forget all I have ever read

And all I may have ever said,

Not even feeling the uselessness…

.

Mistakes create experience,

experience creates memories

and memories make mistakes.