am i lying to myself?

there was a three page post here, but it was rum infused and served
little purpose. so you get this instead.

i say i'm over, that i finally achieved over. that i finally reached over.

but, sometimes, in quiet times, what you did sweeps across my mind,
leaking from this elephantine memory of mine. sparks. flash. and i'm
on fire all over again, burning like lava, like rocket fuel, like the
molten core of the sun. like the blood of a frenzied mob.

and i growl.

there are a lot of things that i remember. i've been told by many
people, especially of late, that i'm no good at living, that i only
remember the bad things. but i can tell you, the bad ones are only
this bad because i never forget the good ones either.

ghost