I keep trying to erase..
I keep trying…
Yet end up chasing traces.
Filled with hopeful lust,
that I’ll find — something
— just something —
sifting through dust.
Caught in a vortex of catch and chase.
At times I wonder: what do I truly wish?
To erase the past? Forgive and forget?
To erase the guilt of chasing old memories?
So I can continue to trick myself into choosing
this cycle –
again and again.