The Passage of Time. The Unravelling of Thoughts.

by adrian.dakota

Time passes.

Memories fade.

But some things just refuse to wash away.

And some things need to be forgotten.

It hurts me to still hold on. But I’m just hoping, wishing, desperately searching for a reason as to why I still do so.

I want to let go, I really do… but the very thought of doing so is terrifying.

Perhaps that’s why I still hold on. Because I don’t want it to hurt more when I let go.

I don’t want to look back at my life and regret this one moment.

And I don’t want to look back at my life and realise that this was all it was.

I already know how I’m going to die, I think.

But it’s a different matter between knowing and believing. And I believe differently.

Thank you for everything. Even if that wasn’t too much.

Because it means everything to me.

Everything I have and shall ever have.

I wish. I wish it would change.

But I know it’ll stay this way.

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If fate pushes us together, perhaps destiny will push us apart.

Sayonara.