Thanks for the information, Fia. Is that spam right above my comment? Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Great info. Thanks Fia.

Good to know:).
Thanks for being transparent and letting us know what the process is.

hello dearest Damian I love the flow here and the content is so true I feel you on this ❤️

Well said my friend. A powerful message I can relate to.

i love this…the rhyming scheme…your words, impressively expresses the
compelling validity that stares us in our faces. an amazing write!
~ c

Dear D,

For me this was on fire. I kept thinking of close calls trying to stay in my lane at the same time of feeling lured into another. With just enough sliver of light to keep the full on pitch black from engulfing my soul. Intense write. Great piece. H🌷

I like how this moves through doubt and self-interrogation without rushing to answers. The questions feel earned, not rhetorical.

There’s a simultaneous sense of strength and uncertainty in this that drag at me. Like you know you made the right choice, but how close was it to the edge? That feeling I know all too well. If we’re not reviewing actions, we’re probably doomed to repeat them. Goes for individually as well as globally. Another layered one. Keep chasing thought, my friend. You always bring gold when you do

Love this! Skepticism is not paranoia, though gaslighters may disagree. Experience provides a roladex of patterned behaviors, and when there’s multiple red flags its no longer paranoia but an obvious truth.

Brilliantly penned, Fia. Excellent storytelling my friend. This is really good. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Damian;))

Sexy & well written. Nice work Fia.

Powerful work. You bring this to vivid life.

Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

Tremendous work, my friend.

Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

John

It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend