Day by day, a part of you in me dies away. To be forgotten. First your smile, then your voice, then the sound of your laughter and giggle. Eventually the feelings fade and falls in the abyss of a forgotten memories. What's left are only your name. The carving on a tree that are meaningless now. You became a stranger. A bodied soul with a name, but with a forgotten memories.
Lover you were. Stranger you is.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
