"To Abandonment"
"The days they pass so quickly now/Nights are seldom long"
I'm so tempted right now. The temptation presses against my breast, cools the marrow in my bones, stops the tears from exiting my eyes, stops everything. The temptation slows my breath.
I'm tempted to leave this. I'm tempted to leave all that has left me, forgotten about me, pushed me away. I'm tempted to forget there ever was a Wil to my Jim, a Glinda to my Elphie. I'm tempted to just abandon the Gileads, the Italys, the New Yorks, the plays, the lights, the romance of the movies. I'm tempted to forget it all. Just push away everything that I ever believed in and become something else or nothing at all.
I'm so tempted to forget the fact that I ever knew a Fiyero. That I ever even fancied I knew one. It would not do much damage. Fiyero does not remember me, I do not believe. No more Yero. No more hero. I think I killed that one myself.
Yeah, I cried. Crying can be good - it's a type of release afterall. It shows that you're not a total horribility. I'm just so tempted to forget it all, delete it all, erase it all. Forget the fact I ever made this journal. Better yet, delete this journal. Forget this website ever existed. Forget everyone. I'm so tempted.
They forgot me, afterall.
I'm so tempted right now. The temptation presses against my breast, cools the marrow in my bones, stops the tears from exiting my eyes, stops everything. The temptation slows my breath.
I'm tempted to leave this. I'm tempted to leave all that has left me, forgotten about me, pushed me away. I'm tempted to forget there ever was a Wil to my Jim, a Glinda to my Elphie. I'm tempted to just abandon the Gileads, the Italys, the New Yorks, the plays, the lights, the romance of the movies. I'm tempted to forget it all. Just push away everything that I ever believed in and become something else or nothing at all.
I'm so tempted to forget the fact that I ever knew a Fiyero. That I ever even fancied I knew one. It would not do much damage. Fiyero does not remember me, I do not believe. No more Yero. No more hero. I think I killed that one myself.
Yeah, I cried. Crying can be good - it's a type of release afterall. It shows that you're not a total horribility. I'm just so tempted to forget it all, delete it all, erase it all. Forget the fact I ever made this journal. Better yet, delete this journal. Forget this website ever existed. Forget everyone. I'm so tempted.
They forgot me, afterall.