To some extent, perhaps. But from where I stand and what I feel, it certainly feels the same. The blizzard storming inside while you burn in hell on earth.
Some nights you wake up cashing in the bad luck, but you just can't seem to run out of loose change. A recurring theme that stays to haunt and sometimes you unknowingly and unwillingly grasp on to it. Because you are afraid
of letting go.
If I told you I had the pill to forget, will you really take it?
Gone the constant and persistent aches you endure, alongside the precious memories that remains the fortified castle of your dreams. And nobody knows what's inside those brick walls but yourself; those memories are irreplaceable and irreversible.
Still you wake up wishing you had a cure for this malady. But really, nothing can remedy the situation without making a compromise on something else, something you might actually care for. But blinded by the misery and incessant struggle for comfort, you forget everything.
Is this really a problem worth solving? Is this really a problem worth fretting over?
That's what everyone else says; the by-standers: it'll pass. just a raging winter's night here to take a temporary vacation.
it'll pass.
no.
trust us, we know how you feel.
no.
you worry, but to what end?
no.
no what?
not to an end
then what?
know
no what?
no, know. to know, that everything you once had is still alive, that even if the memories are broken, the shards of my fragmented dreams still exist, and I hold on to it. even if they cut me from time to time, they are a reflection of my past and a hope for the future.
no.
yes.