I can feel it.
Chewing on the little moments of empty thought.
Tempting me to turn my attention and focus.
Softly reminding me of unresolved emotion.
I can hear it.
Asking me to deal with the pain and the loss.
Seducing me with the notion of peace.
Spewing lies of comfort and absolution.
I can see it.
Replaying the scattered memories of yesterday.
Teasing me with untainted memories.
Blinding me with false hope for resolution.
I turn away.
I cover my ears.
I hide my eyes.
I am not ready.