A Fading Memory

Crawling up the walls for air

but the water keeps rising and I can't keep up.

Suffocating and dissipating

into a mass of contextual bullshit.

A fading memory

I can't recall why I started at all.

I lay for hours, 

numb from all the voices and choices and views and words and then 

I sleep.

Sleep is not quiet but the loudest silent scream;

a cry for help in a world that doesn't exist in the mind of anyone else. 

Still somehow I wake up refreshed, 

and it all becomes a fading memory.

The words, the choices, the thoughts, the stress,

dissipated into a mass of contextual bullshit. 

This is a photo that I created in context to my collage series and this poem was written in response to my current art school experiences.