you know when you ran and then you forgot that you ran? running was a form of forgetting and then forgetting was a form of running and then so on and so forth so that soon you were just where you were, not some idea of where you came from even though you still speak the name of your parents living and dead in whispers so that a non-existent God doesn't hear and punish them for the ills you think you maybe you're pretty sure you brought or wrought if we're speaking all poetic upon this green and brown and so many other shitty colors earth?

me neither.