Poetry (words)

Forgetting 

I sat on the hill today and imagined how it would be to forget. Like unfurling petals feeling warmth for the very first time. 

To see with new eyes. To wipe the slate clean. 

The problem with memories is that they are just a click away. We rarely have to call on our brains for anything now. 

So maybe it’s time to stop and delete. Delete the memories, the words, the pictures and find out how it feels to think again. Things keep me anchored to situations. Letting those things go isn’t easy, but maybe easy isn’t what I need right now.

I’m accustomed to this. Fuck knows why. Maybe it was a way to write what I wanted to say, but was never allowed the opportunity. 

New eyes. New hope. New perspective. New……happiness

Good night. 

Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s