I have a hard time forgetting people. Sometimes I wish I could wipe my memory clean; I wouldn’t care so much about things that shouldn’t matter anymore. I’d get more sleep, but I think I’d know something was missing.
That’s a lie. I’d still lose sleep.
I’d go insane because I’d miss someone I had no recollection of. I’d be empty and not know why.
Cut out the cancer. Give me a pill. Blind me. Hobble me. Flay the skin from my back. Take my hands from my wrists. Insanity doesn’t suit me.
Take this evening. It is one of many more to come. I never fall asleep before I fall apart. But please flee my mind by sunrise.
I’ve been sitting, watching life pass from the sidelines. Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds. I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind. Would the wind be at my back? Could I get you off my mind this time?