louyd
ill never forget that which i regret it holds on my heart and never departs. its like laughter, you remember how it feels, forget the joke, but the stomach still reels in the memory of euphoria. forgetting. blurry, hazy, dazy.
regretting, injecting an infection of a loss, a rejection of that which came before, lay adored and abhhored
again and again it occurs.and it blurs and burs the heart.depart from a memory, an experience. everytime it ends you leave you live you forget regret. detect your dejection from the infection of remembering.