315th Post

Weariness.

Spreads out like so many tentacles.

Too many memories.
None being able to be erased.

Although i seem to move on.
But yet.

For every step i take into the future.
I seem to take 3 steps back into the past.

It's funny.
How i often tell people to move on.

But here i am.
Clutching onto wispy bits of the past.

But i tire of everything.

Please.

Take my weapon.
Finish me off with it.
Put me out of my misery.

A swift death.

Help me.
To finally close this chapter.
For good.

Release me.
From this mental asylum.