Memory is a fickle thing

Sometimes I feel I am losing my mind, when I cannot recall the details of something I should.

It’s like trying to grasp at the straws of a fading dream soon after waking up.

I’ve learned not to rely on memory, that fickle thing. It chooses and selects what to remember and what to forget.

I cannot recall the details that I need to.

I cannot forget the details that I want to.

I want to forget you. Forget the life we made together. Forget the love we broke together.

I want to let go of you and never look back.

To close this chapter of my life and move on with the rest of my life.

To meet new people, make new memories, where you are not inside.

But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do.

I dream of moving on.


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