I wish I could travel in time. Or at least have some say in determining its velocity, the force and speed at which it changes lives. Knowing the end would bring no immediate relief, but once apparent, time travel could be a viable option to see, revisit, and rekindle with those who are gone. To lessen the pain or even make indefinite a particularly finite entity.
I’m hurting but I’m not hurt.
There are no bruises on my body, but the loss, the void is painful. Almost unbearable to live with. The life I have known thus far had companions who made every day different. Because they taught me unquestioning love. They showed me non judgemental commitment. Honest emotion embodied in the twosome that were my Micó and Maszat. Oftentimes I would be humbled by the untiring and boundless love they showed each and every day. As if we were starting anew, all past malicious intent had been forgotten. The past existed only as a platform for formidable memories and nothing more. With them I learnt about life. With them I saw love. With their help I understood the importance of devotion. With them I saw truth.
I’m hurting but I’m not hurt.
Nowhere does pain pierce at me but my heart. Where I keep them, where they have been ripped from. My loves. My friends. My siblings. My children. My past. My childhood. My innocent years gone with you. Now comes the time when I’m alone to face the evils of man and beast alike. You can’t guide me, I can no longer see. The biggest adventures and most fierce but playful fights, the quiet and calm evenings by the fire, the many many houses and many different streets, the many adversaries and the family you called your own. After a year apart, you’ve joined forces, but I’m alone. I keep your sweet faces in my memory and will start thinking about the impossible task of letting go.
Goodbye. Know you’ve given me life. Know that I’ll be hurting for a while. Know that no others could have made our lives complete. Know that the love you carry will always stay.
Know that we’re hurting, but we’re not hurt.
I’m hurting but I’m not hurt.
There are no bruises on my body, but the loss, the void is painful. Almost unbearable to live with. The life I have known thus far had companions who made every day different. Because they taught me unquestioning love. They showed me non judgemental commitment. Honest emotion embodied in the twosome that were my Micó and Maszat. Oftentimes I would be humbled by the untiring and boundless love they showed each and every day. As if we were starting anew, all past malicious intent had been forgotten. The past existed only as a platform for formidable memories and nothing more. With them I learnt about life. With them I saw love. With their help I understood the importance of devotion. With them I saw truth.
I’m hurting but I’m not hurt.
Nowhere does pain pierce at me but my heart. Where I keep them, where they have been ripped from. My loves. My friends. My siblings. My children. My past. My childhood. My innocent years gone with you. Now comes the time when I’m alone to face the evils of man and beast alike. You can’t guide me, I can no longer see. The biggest adventures and most fierce but playful fights, the quiet and calm evenings by the fire, the many many houses and many different streets, the many adversaries and the family you called your own. After a year apart, you’ve joined forces, but I’m alone. I keep your sweet faces in my memory and will start thinking about the impossible task of letting go.
Goodbye. Know you’ve given me life. Know that I’ll be hurting for a while. Know that no others could have made our lives complete. Know that the love you carry will always stay.
Know that we’re hurting, but we’re not hurt.
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