A tinge of fear rushes through my body when i ask myself if its time to let go.
My heart sulks and nerves compress for the memories i run behind,
Sheer memories that cannot be relived.
My brain hit the skull when i ask rhetorical questions to myself,
Our thoughts,touch and even the shadows are inseparable,
But are we?
Are we like before?
Is there even a “we”?
I have heard togetherness is the strength to courage.
No wonder I feel amputated and tangled in my own thoughts,
In the end you always go back to people that were there in the beginning
For the little hope there is,
I think we were meant to be0