the deluded ones [#2]

i,

july 10th, 2017

it is like as we were before. am i surprised?

slightly, yes because i thought i had reminded myself that distance was the key thing for me left to do. but i'm not quite keeping distance as i said i would, am i?

oh, forget the past, it makes life hard to live. oh, forget the dreams, they make it hard to sleep. oh, forget the thoughts, they make it hard to think. oh, forget it all, they make it hard to breathe.

oh, future me, i hope you hold off from anything like this again. you mustn't hurt yourself anymore; you need to breathe again. you deserve to be able to breathe again.

you will, and you can. this story will end like all the others, and it'll take time to heal because goodbyes are painful, but hellos can be too.

every story cannot grant happiness forever, that i know. every story cannot live forever, that i know. every story needs to rest, that i know.

the story of you and me, it granted great happiness to me truly, but life is short lived. nothing lasts forever, and our story is closing.

and, when it's over, i'll lock it away and remember what i once was, how i once felt, and who you used to be.

i am glad, and i am grateful for everything. i will forget what i can and save what i know best, and perhaps, one day, feelings will only exist as a memory, just like me and everything i once was and used to be.

be at peace.