That hurts.

That really hurts. I haven’t felt it for a while. Somehow I feel like this need to be documented. The feeling, the necessary one, should make me stronger doing latter things.

I had no idea when I decided to come back and start the conversation.

It’s just a hard thing, to realise you can’t stop thinking, the forgetfulness is too slow.

What have I learnt to deal with this kind of feelings? – Be honest with myself, do not just search for a substitute, feel it.

And don’t turn this city a place filled with memories that I don’t want to relive.

Time is a beautiful thing, it turns nothing to something, but it didn’t change you that much, at least the level I want time to change you.

I don’t know if it helps, typing down feelings.

There IS a bigger world, too bad I keep walking in circles.

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