They say time heals all wounds, but how come mine is still so fresh to the flesh?
I have missed you every second of every minute of every hour of every day until I realised... today marks two years. Two whole years since you, the literal embodiment of JOY, LOVE, and GRACE—all in one person—have been gone. It's a very contradictory feeling because every part of me remembers you being here just as though it was yesterday, and the other feels like that 'every second of every minute of every hour of every day' has been measured in centuries.
They say time heals all wounds, right?
But what if I don't want that? What if I'm afraid that if you heal into a scar, I won't feel you the same way? I want to keep the very memory of you alive, vibrant, untainted by time.
I want to hold onto your laughter, your embrace, and the way your presence lit up every room you set foot into.
Healing feels like forgetting, and I can't bear the thought of losing the details that made you, you.
I need the memory of you to stay constant, sharp, and clear. I want to carry this wound as a testament to all that you have been, are, and always will be. I don't want to let it fade into a scar.
They say time heals all wounds...
But God, please, let this wound remain open.
May 2024
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
ŞiirThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
