how long is it supposed to take to forget about something like this? bottle it, leave it on the shelf for the next time you pass on by. let it leak out the sides of the room and find it’s way to someone else, someone new. just don’t leave it lying around for me to trip on. If you try to forget that’s not forgetting at all. It only etches it deeper into your state of mind. Leave it outside, let it hang dry. See if the colors fade if you wear it every day, find a way to grow tired of these thoughts. Things aren’t looking up and I’m looking lost, so let’s find a way out. Unless you like it, then I guess you could keep it. I could get to be okay with that.
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I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair