It had been a year plus, but when I read everything, they just keep rushing back to me like some wicked energies.
I am different.
I had always been different.
It's not that I've regretted saying that I treasure everyone and things like that, that makes you go all tingly and stuff. It was true and honest. I had always wanted & hoped that everyone would be as close as before.
But then, reality.
I'm not depressed,
I'm not sorry now either.
I'm just, intrigued.
Haha, I don't even know whether anyone is struggling to move on like I did in the past.
--
time
changes the way people look
but only easing the way they feel
time
can remove the pain
but doesn't remove the scar
time dont measure distance
but measures the length
of what
has become of
distance
In seconds, days, years
but never moments, nor lifetimes
slowly imprinted as you live
but never removed when you die
time is passing by yet no one is actually moving on.
