#memory#vss365#owl_nightsky
The Weight I Cannot Unlearn
I have walked through years that bled without witnesses,
unjust hours nailed into my spine.
Each terrible incident carved its name
into the walls of my mind,
and the world learned how to look hostile
through my tired eyes.
Now every dawn feels pre-decided,
already guilty before it speaks.
Hope limps, dragging chains
for crimes it never committed.
I am not pessimistic by choice—
I was educated by pain.
Memory is the cruel archivist.
It refuses to forget,
even when forgetting would be mercy.
It replays what should have ended,
whispers warnings where there is silence,
turns every step forward into suspicion.
I want erasure, not denial—
to lay these memories down
like weapons after a war
that never officially ended.
I want to move without flinching,
to breathe without carrying yesterday’s smoke.
If I could empty myself of the past,
perhaps my hands would finally be light enough
to hold a future
that does not resemble a wound.
#recall#vss365#owl_nightsky
Ashes of Unwanted Light
I shovel my memories into the dark,
unloading the mind like a crime scene at night,
each thought a burden wrapped in breath and regret,
lowered gently, then buried without prayer.
There is no reason to recall them—
not the wounds that still know my name,
not the laughter that once warmed my hands,
only to freeze them harder in the present cold.
Even the pleasant ones betray me.
They glow too vividly,
a cruel contrast stitched against now,
reminding me how far I have fallen
from the version of myself that could still smile.
So let the past stay mute.
Let it rot without witnesses.
I will move forward lighter, if emptier—
choosing amnesia over chains,
silence over the mercy that hurts.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks for everyone but we will make it through this and anything else that comes our way❤️ Stay strong and stay safe #MondayMorning#WritingCommunity#CrimeFiction
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I found a tv with #damage. So I fixed it. The channels were bizarre. I saw myself fighting cancer, my ex losing her baby, my parents dying in a car crash. Fearful, I took it to the dump and smashed it up. The next day my doctor called. They found something in my blood.
@wottaread No writing today, but I've got ideas floating around in my mind.
After 7 miscarriages, my niece's baby shower is today for baby Jeffrey, and it's a grand celebration!