Do you know how some nights are more haunted than others? When you can’t let the past go… or perhaps, when it refuses to cut you free.
I have been remembering all day today, things I try not to. Mostly, I push painful memories into an over-used staleness which blunts their power, but these remembrances refuse to give in. I wouldn’t want them to, perhaps. I recall them to focus on the happy side, I hide them in mists of forgetfulness, I get high to let it hurt less. Sometimes these things work. Tonight though they don’t.
The memories don’t hurt exactly, they are far too sweet. But what does then? My weakness?