I still remember that painful day of hazy visions
And trembling bones.
That day where tears of salt fell to their deaths.
How painful it was then,
But only now shall it be a scar.
A scar that wounded the heart of a dreamer.
The day where I shedded tears wasn't just because of separation,
But was because of bonds.
Bonds of that I can hate,
But can never let go.
For this heart is twisted yet golden.
Bonds are great and I couldn't let go of that memory.
I've been over it,
Yet why do I think of more possibilities?
I don't yearn for the presence of you or them,
But I slightly wished for the connections of others
To remain.
For memories are great,
But they are nothing but a vision I cannot touch.
For it is all in the past,
Buried deep away into the earth.
May these painful memories remain
To greater the cause of my very existence.
For I can grow into something new and stronger.
To become someone who won't take the fall.
I've come to not accept these thoughts
And events of the past,
But I cannot accept that it can be fixed.
Although there are some slips and cracks of a fix,
There is no turning back.
All I can do is remember these memories
And live on with a stoic face.
A stoic face and heart of being neutral.
I hope again to not fall of these upcoming years,
But who knows...
For humans cannot contain their experiments of emotions even after a damaging fall.
May the tears of my blank eyes speak words
Of that distant memory.