Drop the act, ignore the questions—
instead wonder at how even you don't look
into certain depths
without covering your eyes.

.

You're tired of the constant
reminders, of
the soured memories
and
lingering
unease
that permeates innocent gestures and
drips from oblivious lips.
But sometimes it
happens
without your notice, and
it's
almost
funny
how insignificant it is.

.

Move on, you were told,
but how can you

move

into

the

future

when everyone
breathes
stale air?
It chokes you like smoke,
filling your lungs
with old
toxicity,
poison that

draws

you

through

the

clock

into a forgotten world
that won't be left
behind.

.

The only cure is

out of reach,

and so you
choose
to numb the pain. After all,
how can your soul ache when

you

don't

care?

.

Let's give this

one

more

try.


-Dragon