Unconscious.

I live unconscious until the daylight fades
And night brings these merciless moments to haunt me, I know that no matter what I choose, how often I move, who I love, or how deeply I sleep, I can't remove this life, this soul, this presence.
So I document each night's consciousness from year to year, in a little book with blank ink script. When the scent is strong enough to be caught, my eyes flutter closed and drink of scenes:
Things I know and always forget.
Things I love that make me regret all daylight motion.
Here I lie in consciousness,
Until I am unconscious again.