It's curious thing, my contradictory mind.
You see, I told it- swore up and down- that I was ready to forget. And so now I can feel it filling up past the dotted line on the rim- with worries, shiny new musings, and a thousand hand-cramping daily details... as usual. But I can also feel your author's essence dissolving in the stagnant, cloudy murk at the bottom.
That was what was supposed to happen. My mind and I had agreed on it. But it's working more quickly than that small, still-aching part of me is ready for.
So though your comments section is painfully inviting, my contradictory mind and I came up with the conclusion that we're going to refrain. We're not going to say the things that we want to.
Because a thousand other things are already filling it past the dotted line, and we're afraid there might not be enough room for more...
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