.junk.

I always thought certain histories, or memories, should be treated as if they were junk. Put them aside, throw them out, and then, bury them inside. Bury them long enough for them to decompose and disappear. And then find the strength, please, to walk away.

Occasionally, when my resolve weakens, I return to their burial ground. I would uncover the earth, just to find that much have changed, yet some things, just stay the same.

Slowly, however, I don’t recognize the histories or memories anymore. I figure, maybe it's time to stop heaping earth again and again on top of them. Instead, place them right in front of you, and talk about them. 

Then, sweep the bits and pieces away, so as to make them disappear into thin air.