Don’t need no memories hangin’ round


I want to offload. Offload all the clutter from my head. Offload the memories. Who wants to remember  anyway?  Spit, gargle, scrub, wash .. I did everything to clean the scars that my life got when it touched yours but the scars settled in the corridors full of memories won’t fade. They take monstrous shapes and explode inside my head. Isolated snippets that becomes larger than life , uglier, gruesome as they flash past inside my head like lightning.  Wounds that cut themselves and come alive in flesh and blood only to drag me down the past I want to run away from. There is no healing with memories lurking inside oneself. They appear out of nothing, damage and vanish. Just like that. 

What wouldn’t I give to forget these memories, wipe them off. I am tired of  tossing and turning each night, I want to get back my sleep? I would give it all up even if it means losing the good memories from another time , another place , of some other people. Yes, I would, if it means I won’t have to remember all the crap that scalds my inner, which gags and chocks my heart.

With my life going the way it, the things I have known and those I come to know whether I want it or not, the images that I am unable to shake however I may try, the mental trauma and heartache that wears me out on daily basis, the words that resonate inside my head however I may try to shut them up, the good memories too are slowly turning rancid.

Actually there isn’t anything good about your memories to be frank.  They are nothing but poison ivy clinging to my brain and sapping life out of me.  In fact I shouldn’t have let you in.  I pay the price with loss of face, faith and everything. I left the house that once I called home ( I wonder why coz it was never my home ) but the memories tagged along. I remember it all. Every bit of it. And that is the part I hate most.  You encroached my space then and  won’t let me have it now. 

I want to  gladly clear it all.  Give up , the good, the bad, the ugly.  Just don’t need no memories hangin’ round. What am I going to do with memories? Am done with sob story memoirs. I don’t wish to dig up the graves. Am done with all that. Am done with wanting to remember. Done with you. Please Leave. I do not need a fucking rotting fungal infested tumor of memories in my brain that is You. 

I want my mind spot clean.  I want space for new beginnings to flourish. I want  peace.  I do not want an inner tumult to wreak havoc in my outer world. I don’t want memories of old hurt, anger, loss, love anything  influencing my judgement and making me read the signals incorrectly. 

So you ask,  what about “happy memories” ? Memories that warm you on winter nights and give you company in loneliness? The beautiful sunsets and the walks in pathless woods?  Well, there is nothing happy about them, they hurt big time. These attention seeking narcissists. They bring a sense of loss, a void. Some people may have them, I am not denying that but for me , I can do without them. This cocktail of bitter-sweet nostalgia and pain. I don’t wish to go on vacillating between past and present with the noose of memories tightening on my neck. The events that were , were happy , full of warmth but as memories I can do without them. I will have many sunsets and many such walks in woods in present to fill the empty spaces.

I want to “die to the past” and ” live to the present”. 

Maybe I will find a stability later sometime in life to not let mind take over but right now, Oh man! I need an escape route.  

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;

One need not be a house;

The brain has corridors surpassing

Material place.

~Emily Dickinson, “Time and Eternity”

7 thoughts on “Don’t need no memories hangin’ round

  1. Amazing words as always, sometimes I feel, the words coming from me letter by letter when I read yours….
    But a comment: I don’t think its possible to forget any cup of memories once they inculcate in your life unless you have some gadget as in “eternal sunshine of spotless mind”. I hope you have seen this one…

    Hi Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, I have read this :)) I know it is impossible to forget but writing is cathartic and a way to wash away the pain. Also, one can always let them be and not take control over one’s emotional state. Good as well as bad.
    Keep visiting.

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  2. ‘am done with wanting to remember’- i love the way that sentence is strung; good post

    Thank you so much. Yea we have a lot of clutter in our head. The ten kg. head carries a load from past , present and future. I could do away with the past at least. travel light

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  3. it’s like you took the words from my head that I’ve been too afraid to say and wrote them down. And I agree “Oh man! I need an escape route.”

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  4. God! Wish I could say been there done that! But the problem is that these words brought the damn memories back! Very powerful words, very strong emotions …

    Ritu I know what you sayin’ . Its one year today. Made the digi painting too.. just a way to pour out the venom I think. Life is such. Hugs.

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  5. One way to get rid of the memories that worked for me was to stand back and look at them as if it were a movie. Feel all the reactions that goes through mind and body and then let them be what they are, a past, a bygone. And then there comes a time you become nonchalant observer. It takes time and practice. Good luck.
    Peace,
    Desi Girl

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