Book of D: The Reminders

No matter how far I go or how much I do with my life, at some point, the reminders of those I wish to forget just hits me like a fucking ton of bricks.

But, I recover my feelings from being swallowed up by blackness. I remember the good things that replaced the negative people and their bullshit. I focus on the fact that during all these years, as I've aged and matured, my life is finally filled with those who were supposed to be in it.

Those absent from it are obsolete with names replaced with passing monikers and justified adjectives.