Someday you'll leave...
Just like all of them.
Like footprints that wash away on the raging shore,
Like the fogged up glass on a rainy afternoon,
They leave their imprint but slowly, very slowly, disappear.
They never really leave altogether though.
Because you can still see them... and feel them.
Only you could.
And it drives you insane...
So you take a key and open up your heart, and put them there for the meantime.
Due time, your heart becomes weary and full of them.
Pounding on the corners of your heart until it becomes bruised.
Slowly, each one floats away when you opened the door.
And your heart is empty once more.
~ n. g. i. ~
