I've forgotten who I am,
Could you please remind me, Ma'am?
I just need a little start
Towards desires of the heart.

There was a seviper I loved. When solitude threatened me, she soothed my fears. Just having her around gave me unmatched peace. If perfection had a form, surely it was hers.

But while I could watch her, I could not see her. I could hear her, but I couldn't understand her. I felt her, but couldn't touch her. I missed her, but I couldn't know her; loved her, but couldn't have her. She, the specter of a wound, left a warmth palpably absent.

I've forgotten what is true,
Could you share with me your view?
I just need a little shove,
Even just one nudge thereof.

There's a charizard I hate. We fight daily at least, and he always finds new ways to hurt me. There are his cries, he cries like any pokémon, but they feel like attacks all their own. I don't understand them, but they hurt anyway. Not my ears, deeper.

Then, of course, there are the actual attacks. He might be a charizard, but his attacks always defy his species. He'll scratch me with his wings, bite me with his feet, lash out with vines he can't possibly have, with no rhyme or reason. No fight is ever the same. He's never the same.

Or, well, there is one constant. His resistance varies, sometimes docile, sometimes vicious, and a few times, I've thought for sure he would kill me, but I always win. He doesn't seem to mind, or even notice, when I kill him. He'll keep shouting at me, mocking me, saying whatever it is that he does no matter how impossible it is. I'll tear off his jaw only for another to form on his leg, arm, back, whatever. Just like how he fights, there's no rhyme or reason to it. It just is. At least I get to eat him. That's always my favorite part.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was his, too.

I scream though I am dumb,
I just want to be done,
But there's no end in sight,
I can't see dimming light.

There's this squirtle, and she eludes me. I don't get her. She doesn't show up often or really under any consistent circumstance. I'll be walking, sleeping, eating, and she'll just be there.

She's always happy to see me. It doesn't matter what I'm doing. I guess she doesn't judge? She tries to talk to me, but I can't understand her. I think... I think the others are trying to talk to me, too. She doesn't sound the same as the charizard or the seviper, and they don't sound like each other either, but I get this sense that they would understand each other. I almost remember seeing them talk, but I can't tell if those are just dreams.

Whenever I see her, I want to take care of her. She clearly doesn't need me to since she's survived this long, but I can't help feeling like she needs me. I wish I could. I wish I knew enough about her to help, but I just can't. She's impermanent, like the other two, but I never feel like she's gone. Whatever it is she says, it makes me feel closer to her than anyone else. It makes me want. I don't know what, but I want it all the same. Every time I see her, in the corner of my eye, behind a moving tree, beneath a glowing shadow, I feel just a little bit closer.

I'm starting to think that she's the one taking care of me.

I've forgotten who I am,
Please don't remind me, Ma'am.
I'd rather walk in dark
Than mutilate my spark.

I tried an apple today. It tasted better than anything I'd ever eaten.