Today, today I am here without you. I see remnants of your being scattered among this place, scattered to and fro with no rhyme or reason. Due to my lack of ability to conform to vulnerability, I attempt to reason with the reality of your devoid presence. This road we’ve paved ends nowhere, and it ends extremely abruptly. Your inquiries have offended me, your brazeness pushed me farther away than I was to begin with.
I come to no solid conclusion very quickly, therefore I make a rash decision to set these mild reminders of you afire in attempt to rid myself of this undesirable feeling.
If only it were this easy to rid yourself of memories; for life, for good.
Thinking of [you].
