Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tabula Rasa

Memories. All these thoughts in my head. I wish I could distill all of it, and just pack it up in a box. Away. In the basement. Forgotten. No way for it to surface when you don't want it to. No way for it to cause misery and longing. This yearning, this heart. I wish it were easier. Wish goodbye's were goodbye's. That they didn't come back and haunt you. That you could just move on with a clean slate and forget what once was.

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