That’s how you had it, yeah. Something just in that way.
I’m writing the future
I’m writing it out loud.
We don’t talk about the past
We don’t talk about the past now.
Something won’t always be missing,
You won’t always feel emptier.
Just think of the future,
And think of your dreams.
You’ll get away from here,
You’ll get away eventually.
So, just think of the future,
Think of a new life.
And don’t get lost in the memories,
Keep your eyes on a new prize.
* * * * *
Resolved – to forget the past completely – digest everything that has happened to me and just… shit it all out.
(I’m reading a book on health called The Piper Protocol which I got for P200 down from P1600 at the bookstore, and it’s rather emphatic about the colonics. It says that you can store pounds of old fecal matter in your colon. I don’t know if that’s true, but it seems like a fitting metaphor.)