the wheat and the chaff

perhaps it's time to separate the wheat from the chaff, and search what's worth salvaging and what must be left forsaken among the ashes. right now i'm tired, too damned tired, and the burden cannot be carried much longer. it's a hard task: some important things will have to be discarded, along with the junk. it's unfair, i know. their loss will sadden me, that's for sure. but it must be done. it would be useless if i couldn't keep up because of the shards of a broken past, one that lies hopeless behind me. let it die there.