The Opium Den

A continuation of, 'Wrapped in Thunder a Novel of Amnesia'

Beg for amnesia
It has come to this

You woke up today and know with certainty that there are vacancies in your last year of college, in the day you moved into that crappy apartment, in that season of sunflowers, the year you drove though Joshua Tree and the time you chose the attractive beautiful lover over the sweet one who adored you. You regret it and like magic no one knows.

Like a trick or a gift. Perhaps you were born with this ability. Your lover, spouse co-workers, cousins, brother, sisters.. even the dirt and moon finds you to be present- but you are more than countries away

It would require months of preparation and contraband in trade to reach you now. Then the vaccines and a special diet :

The emerald around the sunset
Sand from the collision
Diamonds collected by crippled children
The poison ring

You’ve seen too much