Time heals everything,
No, Not everything.
Sometimes it ruins everything! We want time to work and heal. Healing is painful yet beautiful, but there are some traces in our memory that remain there, creating a small space. The void that was huge in the start, tend to get smaller day by day. But it is never forgotten. Time doesn’t heal, you are conditioned to change. The things that you want to forget are always there, we only leave them behind and walk forward to crush them. But as we counter the similar situation those patterns are reactivated and we hide them. We normalize,that was abnormal for us, we keep on adjusting. They are there, They will always remain there.
Tooba.
- Author: Tooba (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 5th, 2023 09:07
- Category: Surrealist
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