What are we?
This is a question that I volunteer to answer.
We are strangers at heart, the label "friend" is a blindfold.
I untie my blindfold with a heavy heart - a dangerous task.
What is left are the memories that is fading away, locked in my heart-
Which keys have been thrown away. Swallowed into my body.
A key that is able to bring back what used to be. The key is a rib piercing my heart.
An open heart towards you is an episode of death.
A flicked page of a memory left behind and forgotten.
A page which numbers I wouldn't want to turn back to.
Why don't we look at the future from a far.
Skip to the end of the book.
Reach at the end of the tunnel.
Be strangers.
Memories would not haunt that way.
Tears would not turn my cheeks to decay.
So why can't we let our memories die each day?
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I just don't feel the happiness anymore. I go with a heavy heart. I try to remove it. But the stone just remains there. It's too heavy to move. Why do I feel this way?
