Memories are a twisted thing. If it weren't for memories we wouldn't learn or evolve, we would repeat same mistakes and stay stagnant in our lives. And in the other hand, they are sometimes the only thing that can hurt you.
you can't choose which memories to recall, when you're in the shower, or falling asleep. They come at you with a purr or a vengeful fury. There is no key to lock the ones away that bite at you, the is no door they cannot beat down, there is no room you can contain them. I see why capital punishment exists in some places. Sometimes, the potential of harm is too great, and the knowledge that such raw and brutal power exists is overwhelming.
alas, they cannot be killed, only numbed. The best you can do is throw a blanket on them while they are sleeping and hope they sleep heavily, or never wake up again at all. But the likelihood of them being with you till your final breath is high, they are your family now.
10:13 p.m. - 2014-01-19
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