Resolution.

For me, the past is never resolved.  No matter the issue or how long ago. My feelings towards one event or another remain. There is no conclusion. Only a slight pause until that day when a word, a dream, or a smell takes me back. There is no real escape. No conclusion.

Oh, bother.

Apathy is slowly consuming that part of me that was once empathic. Insightful. Curious. Dare I say ambitious.

Everything now is a chore beyond my mental and physical capabilities.

I just want to care enough to change into something better than this.