These days, my mind wanders off quite often.
It time-travels back to the days of my life,
That stay buried underneath the remnants of the dust storms of my past.
Forgetting is a practice; it is the catharsis that keeps me afloat.
Remembrance, its antithesis, cutting me short of my life-blood--
Freezing me, immobilizing me, terrorizing me.
The memories I have lost voluntarily prick me at my sides,
As the rusting edges of a blunt knife it tries.
But I cannot reminisce anymore.
Time has...