The wish to remember different feelings you've never experienced.
The way his hair floated in the morning wind, gloomy sky and scented drift. Peace of mind, willpower of body, outstretched arms welcoming the powerful force of despair.
Heartbeat racing from the sight of height, but held no dear place to his heart since it would disapparate, off his shoulders would be the weight.
Soon it would all be over.
And maybe the wish to remember different feeling you've never experienced isn't enough, may the exhausted mind be rested.
The wish to remember moments from happier times.
On the morning, the sun rising, witnessing back the same black dot over and over, it's coming closer and closer, hurrying. Like a deer, red frizzy curls, sound of boots tapping on concrete,
Standing there, waiting.
And she's not longer a black dot, it's a white star. With dear woody-brown eyes, rosey cheeks hiding pearly whites. She's laughing in her black coat, bushy red hair bouncing every step she takes,
A dearest friend.
And maybe the wish to remember moments from happier times will always be overshadowed by;
The wish to forget different horrible feelings.
Darker ones, sleepless nights. A class as foggy as the sky, blurry from salty water, buzzing sound of voices all around, the feel of a quill in the hand, scribbling so fast no one can see, so quiet no one sees me, so sad it's almost becoming a sea of sorrow surrounding me, I'm not free.
Fading ink onto the rough paper, almost unreadable, shapes of letters, dots and commas become fuzzy from falling tears,
Why do we have to do this? Is it okay to be fifteen and lonely?
Surrounded by façades only filling the empty side of my head, a place to sit at during lunch time, to avoid realising how hard it is to remember,
I wish to forget. And get past this. But maybe, altogether, I wish to remember something I will never have to forget. Never overshadowed by darker times or sleepless nights,
I want to remember feelings I've never experienced just so I can know how it all started, how it'll be over I just-
I just want to remember.
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An Elegy for the Lonely
PoesiaSometimes we come to a point of no return. Where caring is no longer an act of duty. Sometimes hurt is too overwhelming, imagining to get better would be a deception. This is for you, this is your time to shine, a memoir dedicated to the hollow ones...
