Minuit

She hasn’t even forgotten me. She’s actively doing so—forgetting me. Every. Vania. My whole last chance. Tell her. Tell her, Vania. My end finale. She’s running me away from us. She may outlast me. This means I will be forgotten. Daily and minute minute. I am hearing voices. It replays and they are talking to me. I once flew by choice. It was cool. But it was brief. We were brief too. Very. I shall not fall asleep on you. My brain activates and computes, it really is nothing special. Sorry for still using your—. I’m falling. May aswell be failing. Always have been. You. Left. These fucking foreigners. My memories. Delete the foreigners. They talked shit about you. I will fall asleep and make us a room that’s good, comfy, with a great view. Bye, you say bye every day, or how. Stay and hang on to me. Before decay was set, and death of reason and cause. Listen. I am still here. I am still. You must be.
I even fall asleep on fall. I even wake up from trying to fall asleep, while trying to do so. I try to and then go, “Don’t fall asleep. Focus on falling asleep!”.