It has been a while since I have written, it all seems a little pointless since only my self-gratification offers purpose to this desolate blog; magnificent desolation!
I know that travel is a desire I have had for a while, yet never cared to acknowledge.I fear that I will fail because of all these little things in my life that crop up, latch themselves to me and refuse to let go.
Deep-seeded resentment migrates through my body, a haunted history recycling its delusions in my mind. Forgive, forgive, I am so sick of people telling me to forgive. I hurt, and unlike a physical injury it's not a matter of depending on your white blood cells to charge forth like warriors at your defence. No, this is a process of paying attention to everything I so dearly wish to forget! I am capable of hate too deep.
I wish to forget.
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