Forgetting is such a blissful thing
Deleting pictures like memories
The history gone as long as we can not see it
Changing who we are
By forgetting who we were
How easy it is to forget
When our memories aren't stored in our hearts
But on phones, computers, and screens
Where smiles are plastic
And events construed to look perfect
By believing our lies
And fabricating our thoughts
We forget what we have done
Because our world is an embodiment of lies
Words flow like a river, and while dams are built to remember they are torn down by a click of a button
Our hurt flows away
Our pain grows distant
And the fresh cold water of manipulation and "happiness" embrace us
Drown us
So we cannot see that betrayal being carried away.
Forgetting is such a blissful thing
But we cannot find the solution if we forget the problem.
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Well written and expressed
Interesting
Well penned, Oliver! But why is it that we forget things we should remember and remember things we should forget?
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