i forget. i will disappear one day. everything that seems important enough to keep me up at night will vanish. everyone i hate, love, don't know, will be out of reach. my work, my wardrobe, my wobbly voice when i am angry... lost. my tight knee, aching arch, belly and extra pounds... lost! your arms of skin and bones envelop me. i feel grounded, safe, alive. if i am angry, afraid, aroused, i have something to think about. whether by choice or chance, our time is limited. when i remember this i have the perspective to live and laugh and not hide in my shell. because it doesn't exist. in the future, we are dead.