An old man who's stuck in his 20s

I'm an ill man.

I've been haunted by the days that I still carry. I don't know what to do. I'm going crazy. Of all the things I remember, I can't seem to find warmth. Time changes they say, Yet why does the clock never get past 12?

I dial 12 am.

How many hours remain till we sleep forever? The days of our childhood was the greatest time of our lives. Finding small things that can create the biggest smile on our faces. For people who get past 6-12, they get ready for bed. But when it was 6-12 for us, It's an age for dreams to linger.

And now 12 pm rings, but 13 isn't the next number.

Why does our childhood fly by as fast as sleep?

The memories that stuck with me, I keep replaying, relaying, I keep repeating myself over and over like a broken record. And now I keep these memories like tapes, but I'm not as young as I used to be, I can't seem to remember. Maybe because it is really, just a broken record.

My love, can you keep me from going crazy? I can remember my high school days as clear as crystal. Yet, yesterday came and I'm now 70.

It feels like I missed some parts of my life. Like I forgot or skipped or double spaced chapters in my life.

I guess its true, I have dementia.