Deleting my feelings

I want to reboot my life,
           to clear the files of
regret,
          sorrow,
                    wrong decisions.

My mainframe of thought
            still has echoes
of deleted files.
Nothing is really rebooted.

I'll keep deleting those files
        till the time there just
                               shadows,
            as echoes can be heard
      but obscurity eventually fades.

I'm waiting for the bus in front of a Jamaican club.
I'm tired.
A little high.
I smell like cigarettes.
I'd rather be chillin with you.