Monday, February 12, 2018

An incomplete work...

No, not the memories. They don't fade or disappear.
Revisited every time there is time for a breather
The aches now are fainter, the throbbing in my head a lot duller
I don't feed into any of it anymore just like how I don't think so much about the 'morrow morning sun anymore.

The drama is less, but so is the merriment
The troughs aren't that low, but then the crests aren't dangerously higher either
I laugh the laughter, just that silliness of it all is gone
The quietness of peace is appealing, only that the dark shimmery clouds feel very reachable too