Word Prompt of the Day

Time lapses are getting more frequent in my days, transforming mundane activities into fleeting fragments of memory.

Whether it’s waiting for my first cup of coffee to brew or having sex with some random girl in my dorm room, those moments are compressed into one

, leaving me stuck in oblivion. My actions at the mercy of the invisible Puppetmaster who manipulates my dreams, my realities.

It’s an endless cycle of uncertainties. A plethora of unknowns

Are my memories my own

Or do they belong to my dream character…or spirit animal?

Can your spirit animal take on human form?

I digress…

I saw my fraternity brother’s reaction when I told them I had no memory of that terrible thing I did

You didn’t have to be a genius to see they thought I was full of it.

I can’t say I blame them. It does seem like a pretty weak excuse. They do know me after all.

They know my history…you know, with girls.

My dad saved my reputation many times and paid off many families because of my…history. You would think I learned my lesson, knowing I would have less of a security blanket being away at school.

I suppose I felt I had “it” under control.

Instead, I’m back where I started

No cushion.

No blanket.

No compass.

Hoping to realize the path to my center…