I am going to sleep with a heavy heart but a clear conscious.
Memories play around and come back suddenly from that dusted corner of the soul. Without a warning. Somehow I knew the day would come, where we would simply be confronted with all these old ghosts that we ignored for a while, these same ones we left on purpose, hanging there, somewhere where we cannot see them.
And then.
We feel that pain, that love, that loss that reaped our hearts, that took our being away...
And then.
Comes the wishes, the unanswered...
And then.
That burning need, the awakening, the thoughts...
And the heart missing beats.
Somehow, I knew. We knew, that after a long heavy silent, we will finally realize that these memories that felt so real, will slip away between our trembling fingers... because it can never stay, it can never be. Because, these bitter sweet moments disappear with parts of us, of who we are, or who we were... and sometimes, we wish it could have stayed.
