"Broken Remedy"
There are objects that we wished we didn't see, like a figure of a rose placed on top of an old wooden table which reminds you of someone, and takes your mind back to the time you first met him. There are just things that made our hearts ache just by seeing it even when it's long gone.
I've always thought that our memories is a broken remedy, we forget things which is the remedy to the heart when it sinks yet the remedy gets broken when remembered, then you have to repair it again day by day to conceal the impact of the memories onto you till the forgetting actually happens. Then again, you'll see an object that reminds you of that scenario. We become broken again. It is an endless cycle of reminiscing, an endless cycle of memories' remedy being broken again and again.
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// 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 //
PoetryToast to our moments that became memories! Memories that became our lessons And lessons that made our souls hungry Only capable of filling it up by indulging into the world of poetry
