It Persists

It persists. Despite knowing otherwise, it persists. I know the facts, it was told right to my face, but it still persists. I need a mind scrubbing. It’s very stubborn, but it will eventually give in. There is no need to bring it up again. It is simply something I must work through. Yet it persists. Like an annoying bell that keeps on ringing. I’m going to silence that bell. Even if I have to shatter it into pieces. I must ingrain that memory into my head. It was like a twisting sensation. Like someone cupped their hand right over it, nails sunken in, and twisted as hard as they could. I was glad. It felt real. The only thing that really made any sense. In other news, I would say I’m 50/50 right now. That’s more than I’ve been in a long time. It will never be straight 100 for either side. Both are too damn stubborn. I will try to minimize the other one as best as I can. Who knows? Not me.