You try to think back, and just nothing's there. And you don't even know when it happened. Blank and vacant, you know that anything is worth it to see me. Anything is worth it to hear me. You don't want to cure this amnesia. And you know that nothing is pulling you back. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky. There's no cage if you can't see the bars. Follow me on X @BowToChristelle