memory loss

Walking down memory lane.
I am walking right now.
This bag is quite heavy.
I think i'll sit down on this bench.
The lake is gleaming in the moonlight.
This night breeze is causing a chill to climb my spine.
I think i'll start a fire.
Maybe i could use some of these old memories.
I don't need them, right?
Right.
Toss them, burn them, forget them.
But don't fully forget them. No, forget them.
Have any good come of these memories?
I can't remember.
Or maybe i do, i hate to admit, that's right.
I'm tired of wiping the dust off this.
This is tiring, i am tired of being tired of this.
Let it go.
The fire feels so good.
Look up at the sky.
We are floating away.










xoxo