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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 be


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