I remember when I decided to leave it all behind. Like a phone malfunctioning, I needed to return to my default settings.
I remember the despair that filled me up like the darkness in an empty well.
I remember hearing that there was no hope, and that destiny had led me here.
I remember attempting a smile, and feeling my face stagnate with the effort.
I remember thinking, “This is it, Patty my boy, the end of the road.”
I remember reading.
I remember being told once and a thousand times, “Never let me see you doing that again!”
I remember doing that again.
I remember what TS Elliot said.
I will remember to not go out with a bang, but with a whimper.