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Ghosts of the past.

Ah, the power of words.
Everyone would think that a writer, of all people, would know its' power.
I thought I knew.
But I didn't.

Words that I wrote from a long, long time ago are coming back to haunt me.
And I guess, it burns.

I don't feel the need to apologize for those words though.
Because at that time, it was how I felt.
And yes, maybe, it was bad.
But it was how I felt.
I am not going to pretend these feelings didn't exist.
Because the last time I did, it turned out badly.
If you feel the need to talk about it, come to me.
But if you don't, then, it's alright.

I am not going to lie.
I do not miss my childhood friends.
But I don't hate them either.

However, I am tired.
Tired of trying so hard, only to get burned.
Tired of helping, only to get stabbed.

But it also makes me sad.
Because I wished that we did not have a falling out.
Sadly, we did.

And as my other friends said, what is done is done.
Now, I have to move on.
And so do they.


Happy "Sam" said…

London bridge is falling down !!
Every time we sing !!

The bridge still there !!
hehe !!

Don't worry !!
Life is like that ~
文儀 said…
there is a saying, recovery only comes if we are dare to not cover it.

we escape from the pain frequently especially when we don't think that we are strong enough to handle it then we try to hide it under the carpet.

when we are forced to face it, and when we no longer feel burn to look at it,something is only meant to be recognised but not to solve it.

Recognition is the best solution to the past, pain and hurt.
Anonymous said…
so true. Recognition is the best solution to the past, pain, hurt and regrets.

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