exhaustion

it occurred to me
, all at once,
that i have not written
; documented;
in weeks.

it used to be much more important to me
, the documentation,
but since i learned to start trusting myself
; my memory;
it’s become less-so.

still, though, i feel compelled to catalogue.
as if my thoughts in the moment
are somehow more pure than
thoughts produced while looking back on
; reminiscing.