Its scary how you get so close to ending a chapter but can't fight the urge to scribble in a few more sentences.
The pull is magnetic but the recoil is even more unrelenting.
For some reason my mind is wholeheartedly against forgetting.
The memories stay perched on my shoulders like vultures as I go about my day-to-day, weighing down heavily, scaring prospective memories away.
I'm too stubborn. too hurt, too afraid to turn back,
afraid that i'll find hidden truths in the past.
Afraid of remembering what it was like to....
Afraid because all of my memories look like you.
