Forget

I always see those posts about getting drunk or high and forgetting for a little. Honestly, though, forgetting isn’t all that great. You forget one thing and then another, and another. Sooner or later down the line, you can’t remember anything at all. Now that’s the sad part; there aren’t any memories to reminisce or smile about. Sure there will be those to frown and tear up about, but that’s the best part of memories. They only have as much power as you give them. The sad ones can be let go, and the happy ones can take up your heart, if you let them. Screw forgetting, I’d rather remember. But, I can only do what my brain allows.