the dates dont seem to mean much to me anymore.
and sometimes i wonder why.

like today.
not till 10.15pm had i realized it was the 18th of june.
i stoned there puzzled as to why it was pressing on the walls of my brain
like i knew what that meant,
and then it hit me.
i kept quiet in my head for a good two minutes
trying to mentally erase the memory i had and forgotten for months now,
so i stared up into the lonely walkway of the train as it kept going forward
and i knew so would i.