Don't think corpses?

I've not written in forever, simply because whenever I try to write, I think. I try to avoid thinking..I hate it. Simply because it reminds me of myself, of who I'm becoming or rather who I am now. I hate to remember, my memories can not forge a fake occurrence, but my heart can.

I have no life.
No soul.
But yet I have a corpse.
That walks my journey. The corpse that knows my secrets, my everything, my all.
My corpse the one who lives yet is already long deceased.

I think I don't remember, I choose to forget. What is it to think? I think without thinking, in which I think all together. Let's be corpses together. Let's think to think but not think at all.

Thinking kills the already dead corpse.