This Is The Last Time
This is the last time
That I'm truly here
In every possible way.
Because I've let this place go.
With every visit,
I lose one core memory
Only for it to be replaced with another one elsewhere.
So if you ever ask me,
Why I am done
I'll tell you why.
Because there isn't any of me left here
To come back to.
-simra.t
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The art of letting go
Do you ever sit and reflect on everything that you've been feeling lately ?
It's both
relieving and painful
To give another thought
To the feelings inside of you.
You carry it ,
Forgetting it's weight
And when you sort your
Feelings out at the end of the day,
You're left with a handful of laughs
And a whole lot of pain.
Because you know
Deep in your heart
That a moment like this won't ever come again.
And the people in your memories
Wont stop for you
They'll live on
And so will you.
And those few who don't,
They keep you rooted in their love
You cannot find a way out of them
Because they've stopped,
Not necessarily for you
But for good.
And just know
That you can't always let them go.
Because what they made you feel
will live on
Even when they aren't here
To rekindle that emotion inside of you.
A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
Starry night over the rhône
The Starry night
Almond blossom
Still Life: Vase with Pink Roses
Sunflowers
Café Terrace at Night
The Sea at Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
Trees and undergrowth
Avenue of Poplars in Autumn
Self-portrait (1887)
Starry Starry Night | Loving Vincent (2017)
Im empty, here and there.
A big hole placed where my heart used to beat to find
Joy
Love
And fear.
There are dimensions of misplaced memories lying in there, every piece showing a different side ;
A kaleidoscope
With shapes and patterns but with no particular image that stands out.
And maybe as i write this to you,
I might start to feel the pieces from every dimension to make space for another jagged memory.
And maybe,
This memory will make me feel,
Maybe this memory will speak for me and tell you
That I've been trying to heal.
Written By @sincentralsposts
Photo by @yesterday-in-thought
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