My Curse

I’ve come to the conclusion that my acute sensitivity to the gamut of human emotion carries with it not even the whisp of a blessing. It is a curse-- a curse as cruel, grueling and torturous as any wound, deformity or trauma. There is no respite from this cognitive flogging, no relief from this constant state of agony in lieu of my love. I cannot stand it. I want my brain erased. I want my memories buried, for it ultimately hurts too much to let them surface.