Memories or Parasites
Dear you
Tonight is long, stretching miles under the sky. I think it may last forever. That the sun will never rise, that I will forever be sitting here counting dead and long forgotten stars. Misting the air as each breath sails away upon the currents of a warmer place.
Thoughts are different at these times. Nocturnal, when the predators come out to hunt. Its fitting at these hours that I can not escape my past. Memories are tricky creatures, welcome pets at times, others just vermin to be wiped out. They say cockroaches are the only living thing that will outlast man. I disagree, you haven’t stood within my mind and seen the shadows reside. They will survive, they will consume and move on. Memories, or parasites, one sides a blessing, the other a curse.
Forgetting would be to easy. Denying them there existence to difficult. Living with them a punishment. Tonight may last forever we will know eventually, but we will never know if our memories outlive ourselves.





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