insomnia
i wonder sometimes if those we say we love really believe in what we say. do they hear the truth in our voice or see the emotions in our eyes? see, i just finished reading something from a friend long lost...and not interested in finding...that is one pain i will gladly spare myself (and the others in my life). being forgotten...it's like part of you has been erased...i need to invent an eraser for memories...one where you can be selective...and then not run into people who keep reminding you that to another you are long dead though still among the living. gods i wish i could forget you and then never think on you again...evil, horrible, hurtful, angry, wasted genius you could have become. instead, you worship the god of illicit drugs and blood...not sure if you even remember the TRUE meaning of justice...not vengeance...punishment MUST equal the crime...and yours will be living as you do while it seems that mine for ever having cared about you is never forgetting the you that was you...and maybe still is, somewhere, hiding...