Time doesn't heal all wounds...
...the memory just fades...
leaving feelings to stagnate
...and sometimes...
...you wake up, mad at the world, a different person, your light snuffed out...
...and you don't even remember why.
But just like this poem, life doesn't end.
It just stops moving...
. ..until you are ready to move forward; to keep adding to your story...
YOU ARE READING
Pluto
RandomA collection of poems and short stories that have a common theme...can you guess what it is?
