The train is jerking about to much for me to sleep. My companions are sleeping in their own little piles of blankets and while I may be hidden I am far from invisible. I suppose I should explain some more shouldn't I? Well today is…today seeing as I haven't cared for the date or year for a long time. I don't know how old I am and I have no clue why I'm still traveling with this women and her sister.
They tell me everyday that "Today is the day! You figure it all out today!" I spend my days sitting or reading, writing like I am now hoping that looking back I'll remember a shred of who I am. Then in the evening She sits down with me and the little girl leaves. Then she asks, "Do you know me?" I should. But I don't. Most days I give her a blank stare and she tells me. I'll repeat the name over and over again, hoping that just this once I'll remember. Maybe I never will. It's just so unlikely now. I've been traveling with them for years according to the season I'm in, but I never know their names. I ask what happened to me and all they will say is, "Today is the day!"
So here I am again. Sitting on a pile of nothing and wondering where I'm going.
They talk about this place, person, or thing. It's nothing more than a noun to me but they hear anything starting with these letters and our day is altered completely. V.F.D. What is it? Who is it? Why is it important? I ask all the time and all she'll say is "Today's the day!" Then the little one will smile at me. My life is revolving around this almighty "V.F.D" and I'm doing just that. I'm going in circles and spinning so fast that I forget names and places.
It must have meant something to me if I can remember it. The name at least. The little one told me that I hit my head one day and she wishes I would hit it again and come back. I'll ask when that was and she'll start to cry. Then the older one will tell me to stop asking questions.
That just happened now. I won't even know that unless I keep this with me. The older one's back and asked me what I'm writing. I told I don't know.
"What's my name Klaus?" There's that infernal question again. What is her name? She looks up at me and says, "Violet, my names Violet." Now I'll stop writing so I can chant her name over and over again, only to forget it.
Violet, Violet, Violet, Violet….
What was her name again?