I think about the greatest story ever told quite often.

On a note somewhere writes the winning strategy for defeating all evil in the world.

Evil may be something you and I disagree on, but my word

is not blinded in poetry. 

I drank blindly yesterday to conjure the feelings that I lost last year. If I feared the everlasting end to my life, I would be here right now. For some odd reason, I feel. Since the day I closed the door, I've been alluded to and clouded by something dark.  

Some sort of evil that keeps me loving and holding on to the lost life I once had. The comfort of it. Everything since has felt cold and dead. 

I found her. Rooted in selfishness. In this concurrent memory. I studied my memories and I live in them. I remember that the ghosts of my memory are no longer here to stay, but the beings in them live alive and well. They care for me as they used to, and I care for them concurrently. 

She told me that there was no such thing as selflessness. 

All selflessness is rooted in selfishness.

The ghosts of my past conjured and stared. Some agreeing and others disagreeing in her statement. My glass braced my palm. And was set aside to grip this statement. Her eyes changed, and our sex became different. In every memory. And the trees dried up to die outside of my window. Something had changed then. I wasn’t aware of the new lane my consciousness guided me through. But she left and I remained sad. If the libation of sharing morality is not given with someone you hold closest, what else may you benefit from? 

So I return to my memory with comfortable clothes. Knowing that the ghosts and the note of the answer exist. 2/20/23