Part of me wishes for a year or two to pass by in the blink of an eye, my eye. I want things to move on/evolve/continue drastically, without giving me time to adapt previous patterns into new. Such a shock that I'll have trouble remembering the old.
Let all that there was of which has died off to fall into a black hole void of any memory, leaving only what is new to start and survive without being drowned out by the past I still continue to carry.
