Noteworthy
By Shelley M. Latreille
Similar to the slow cracking sound of cartilage being pierced, insanity creeps inside me, leaching outward and spreading its jocular seed. Insanity suits me well. I am not tied down and I can move on. Those living within the confines of my brain will simply join me on my journey to find a new existence. The sunrise lights my journey and the sunset draws it to a close. Change waits for me with unending patience. I cast my shadow to the side in abandonment. I carve a new shadow out of the darkness and attach it to my soul. Memories are purged and my synapses begin to create new ones. Change captures me and boldly takes me away and it’s the same as it never was or will be. Strange shapes claw at my skin, but they are no longer recognizable. Seasons burn away and turn to ash as the years go by. The art of severance is clear and robust. Anyone noteworthy will be noted and placed in the appropriate purged memory. Catatonic, you slip through the galaxy in my mind. Tomorrow was made to allow me to slip away and clear my mind of you. Yesterday will be your last. You are not a memory to me because you never existed.
