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The art of letting go
Do you ever sit and reflect on everything that you've been feeling lately ?
It's both
relieving and painful
To give another thought
To the feelings inside of you.
You carry it ,
Forgetting it's weight
And when you sort your
Feelings out at the end of the day,
You're left with a handful of laughs
And a whole lot of pain.
Because you know
Deep in your heart
That a moment like this won't ever come again.
And the people in your memories
Wont stop for you
They'll live on
And so will you.
And those few who don't,
They keep you rooted in their love
You cannot find a way out of them
Because they've stopped,
Not necessarily for you
But for good.
And just know
That you can't always let them go.
Because what they made you feel
will live on
Even when they aren't here
To rekindle that emotion inside of you.
You'll always ache,
For a reason
Or the other.
So tread with patience,
This is all too new.
Be kind to yourself
Your heart is not ready
For another season of hurt and doom.
-simra.t
This is the last time
That I'm truly here
In every possible way.
Because I've let this place go.
With every visit,
I lose one core memory
Only for it to be replaced with another one elsewhere.
So if you ever ask me,
Why I am done
I'll tell you why.
Because there isn't any of me left here
To come back to.
-simra.t
You're sticking me with pieces
Of someone else's journey.
Weaving in some strangers theories.
But just know that
I'll never be enough,
I'll always be empty.
Starving,
For a truth of my own.
Waiting for my own soul,
To be mixed with the newness in me.
Because I'll always be a reject,
Of someone's memory
Unless I write my own.
Only then
I'll be enough.
-simra . T
We stood at the crossroads,
Thinking for too long,
Watching the way back.
Longing for the solitude.
But there's chaos ahead,
With determination in its eyes,
Hungry for another soul
To be lost in its world.
I know I'm scared,
But who isn't.
As I set foot into this strange world.
Your presence made sense.
The reaper of the dark.
Slick black hair. Shiny eyes. I see a god standing right infront of my eyes. But the tux is stained with blood from his veins . Make it stop or let him cry. Scream for help but he wont let you try. Hes a murderer of thoughts and the jailer of your mind. A sexy man with a terrible mind.