Whoever said time heals all wounds lied. It's hard to let go of you, to forget, when your words are all that I can remember, I can't stop them making me sad.
I guess I was looking for that immediacy again, that release, but it isn't the same this time. It is slow and painful, it is remembering everything you ever said and trying to tell myself it meant nothing.
Breaking the chain doesn't mean it's not going to happen again. This ugliness will mutate itself into another form and take hold when it feels like it. I don't have control, and that thought makes me sick. Trying to take control of this is a pointless venture into the ocean.
I found this quote in a book I'm reading at the moment 'How easy it is to destroy the past and how difficult to forget it.' Sometimes things just make sense, they just stick, and that sticks. It's so rare to meet someone who just gets it, and so isn't it natural to do everything you can to hold on to that?
Time doesn't heal all wounds, no. Not at all.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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