Oblivion
An ode to letting go of the past.
I can no longer ignore, as I can no longer deny, the soul-deep memories connecting me to losses now also lost to time. There’s a sound my soul makes when remembering something I thought long forgotten. This great yowling halts the hollowing out of my soul by that radioactive dust called forgetting. My soul cannot forgive and it cannot forget. It must remember to let go.
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