Remnants

Yesterday I tried to erase my past. Just a little more of it. Get rid of my demons. One by one.

It didn't work. There's some wounds that just don't seem to heal properly.

Those bastards are clinging to my mind - well, it's understandable. Why should somebody like to be deleted from a person's memory?

But would I really like to have such a gap inside of my head?

I'm slowly approaching memories of long ago, reluctantly contemplating things that happened, considering my options of dealing with them.

Time will tell.
Scars will remain.