There are some memories you just have remember to forget. How can something amazing fall in the oblivion of my bare touch? What is my story if not a cautionary tale about memories? I forgot something important that I must not retrieve. There is a song that plays internally, eerily, every time my brain is unoccupied. It is making me wonder: what did I forget? An object? A person? A moment? And it hit me:
An entire range of emotions.
Sometimes I just have to remember again so I can properly erase. Erase an entire range of emotions of my system and begin once more. Running away from oblivion, desperate for a new memory that could replace what I lost. I was unaware;
It is all a big opportunity.
New starts are new opportunities to make more memories I'd like to forget. But I must forcefully remember for the sake of cleansing these fresh internal issues. I remembered something important today, something I mustn't forget. I remembered something that played eerily internally every time I fell into my own thoughts. And now, I must let it sail away into oblivion once more. Sadly, I realize:
There is no use to remember what he did.
There is no use for memories that make my legs cross tighter, making my lips pursed, turning my eyes dark. It is absolutely unnecessary to keep this uncomfortable physical reaction inside my body. Today I chose to forget once more, only to remind myself of what will resurface when we cross paths again, in a new life.
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