Negative
Sometimes, one only remembers the negative.
Only the negative, once it's discovered and the feeling of betrayal took over.
It's as if the once sincere, kind and well-meaning gestures were all quickly and totally overwritten,
Everything dispelled from memory, except the negative.
The negative just slowly, but surely, devoured the dreams
Leaving only the nightmares,
even if it's the only one that occurred.
I wonder why, what the negative may often be,
A trivial quarrel?
An unconscious mistake?
An unintended flaw?
That actually warrants such a result.
Perhaps I would never know.
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One a not-much-brighter note
Been not very well and everything.
I wish the dark gloom could just dispel itself from the top of my head.
It's obstructing my otherwise clearer vision.
It's too dim.
Much too dim.
Work hard!
I wish it's as easy as it seem.
