As the wind whistles through the window I’m sure I secured, I remember, and I don’t want to. I remember, and I try not to. I remember, and I give in.

The memories take me to places I had hoped I’d left behind. I had, but they hadn’t. They never will. It is I who belongs to them, forever. The memories, they are my prison. I remember, and I don’t want to. I remember, and I try not to. I remember, and I give in.

It feels better to let go. The pain remains, yet my will is free to leave me in peace. Goodbye, will. Goodbye, peace. Goodbye, me. I remember, and I don’t want to. I remember, and I try not to. I remember, and I give in.

Hello, old friend. It’s us again. It isn’t yours, but my face I’d prefer to never see. This time, perhaps I can be you, and you might be me. I remember, and I don’t want to. I remember, and I try not to. I remember, and I give in.

The resistance is futile, the outcome, predestined. I will always be me, inevitably, uncontested. I am no more defined by my name, than by my memory. In that respect, the definition of me is concise and complete. I cannot avoid ME. I remember, and I don’t want to. I remember, and I try not to. I remember, and I give in.

As I embrace myself the room shakes violently before letting me go. I know, I know. It’s too hard to let go. I know, I know. We all strive to let go. I know, I know. We can never let go. I remember. I don’t want to. I remember. I try not to. I remember. I give in.