A Letter To My Next Myself
They say that all good things had come to an end. But still... the feeling will remain. The thought on that events, that sweet feeling of your own victory. That everything stays deep inside your soul and mind.
My mind is full of memories. Memories older than nine hundred years. I've created a perfectly locked chest in my mind where no one can trespass. Nor Dalek, nor Cyberman. That everything I take into my next regeneration each time. What I'm taking not on purpose is that feeling of dying. When my old body ceasing to exist and new body is born. But newborn doesn't mean good...
It's like when you walking on the street and suddenly steps into an old chewing gum. Or into something worse... You walking a while with it and then you decide to cleanse that crap out of your shoe. I've tried to cleanse myself too. But cleansing through regeneration is something impossible. Or at least something beyond my powers.
It will happen to me again in a few moments. I'll change my body but