Healed...
Searing pain from the first ray of light and I woke up. A heavy head, weary body and dried-up emotions, depleted of negative emotions, or so I like to believe. It always great to wake up to Michael Maxwell's rendition of Pachelbel's Canon.
In this serenity, you feel like an empty shell. Like a new-born. Probably a new chapter.
They say time heals all wounds.
Scars will stay. You may not be able to see them, but it may be right down your back. Scars that your closest ones know.
Its probably good to let go and let the river carry you to where you rightfully belong.
We all want to recover.
But, sometimes you do hope that you do not heal that fast.
Irony? Thats life.
posted by TriplePeriod @ 11:12 AM
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1 Comments:
eileen: Thats very true but wouldn't it be all the sweeter if your destination comes earlier?
bittersweet: Yes. You nailed everything that I was trying to say. And there are times when you do not want to let yourself go coz in your heart, it also means letting the other one down.
oil: Yeah. Thats life. We appreciate the highs only when we seen the lows. Highs are intoxicating, even for a second.
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