Whispers

Just as I thought I was finding contentment weeks ago, a whisperer whispered into my heart, reminding me of days gone by.

I don’t know why I splurged out a thousand thoughts on those days, which cause me such anxiety.

Perhaps it is useful to occasionally remember the past in order to be grateful for the present. But really… why stir up memories capable of upsetting me even to this day?

It’s a point of weakness. My heart tells me that much. Hence the latest purge.

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