The memories always leave behind deep hollowness. The memories as you record now, you might even cherish in your future days, but somewhere you will be left void within. You would wish to relive those if those were the best ones. And in the same way, you would want to delete those forever if those were hurting you. Memories are those chapters; good or bad, are bound to gift you tears. Whatever be, they follow you. Sometimes they knock at your doorstep when you thought you no longer inherit them. And that moment, you carry the unwanted baggage with you. You stealthily walk with those and your thoughts once again become chaotic. You are completely drowned and you start fighting with your own self. Can you retrieve back? How long will it take? Will it take a part of you? Will it make you strong? Will it make you submissive forever? Will you be able to start a new journey alone? But the question that you need to ask yourself - Is it worthy of some much attention? Think and justify.
Thursday, 6 September 2018
Memories
The memories always leave behind deep hollowness. The memories as you record now, you might even cherish in your future days, but somewhere you will be left void within. You would wish to relive those if those were the best ones. And in the same way, you would want to delete those forever if those were hurting you. Memories are those chapters; good or bad, are bound to gift you tears. Whatever be, they follow you. Sometimes they knock at your doorstep when you thought you no longer inherit them. And that moment, you carry the unwanted baggage with you. You stealthily walk with those and your thoughts once again become chaotic. You are completely drowned and you start fighting with your own self. Can you retrieve back? How long will it take? Will it take a part of you? Will it make you strong? Will it make you submissive forever? Will you be able to start a new journey alone? But the question that you need to ask yourself - Is it worthy of some much attention? Think and justify.
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