Friday, June 08, 2007
Time doesn’t heal all wounds, and when there are wounds there will always be scars visible only to the heart. No matter how hard one tries to hide it, the heart will always remember the origin of the pain. Memories, recollections, regrets.
chained and shackled.
Allowing a moment of longing to pass her by, She closed her eyes. She felt tears well up in her eyes, but still she willed the images in her head to play back in full clarity. More images began flashing in her mind’s eye, and she was vaguely reminded of the old saying of how one’s life flashed before one’s eyes before death. In her case it was almost something like that – except that she was already dead inside.
Regrets. It was the regret of being such a failure inside, unable to let the past go, unable to leave his memory behind. After all, it is in the nature of people to place all blame on themselves for their sadness and sorrow. No doubt she wished for the days with him to come back, but she had already resigned herself. Not to fate, but to the fact that the past could never ever be revived. Yet even so she could not stop the memories haunting her day and night, every waking moment.
just feeling random.
//period//
kidnap me. please