Exploration of Memories

How did you forget? Did I do something wrong? As I lie in bed at night I think. I dwell on the past. I cannot escape it's clutch.

Crying. Emotion from within. So simple, and yet seemingly insurmountable.

Memories. They will not abandon me. Why can I not forget? Memories I did not know existed, unearthed from a cursory glance at a joyful visage.

Sleep. Such a happy escape. Yet, memories still persist. Invasion of dreams. I'm happy again. Why do I have to wake? Reality.

Hope. A new beginning. I cannot give up.

Fear. Of failure. Of rejection. Of love.

Determination. I will not give up. I will not forget. The past is gone. The future is ahead.

Regret. Rejected. Go far from me.

Memories are my siren. I live in the past while trying to forge a bright new future. When I think of what the past has held and what the future seems to, I feel the urge to give up. Hope persists however. It is the beeswax in my ears. The mast to which I am tied. It is music from a lyre, keeping me from the sea of self pity and despair. Soon you will be outplayed, dear memories. You will fling yourself upon the rocks of new, better ones.

You will perish.