Birthdays to a few aren't exciting at all, especially when it comes to their own. What's the celebration for; The fact that you've lived an 'x' amount of years? Or is the fact of you being born celebrated? Well you grow older day by day. Why not celebrate every day?
A birthday, it's just another day in your life. You grow a year older everyday than what you were a year ago since that day. A birthday is like every other day.
You reflect back onto your past filled with regrets and disappointments.
A past filled with the departure of someone or the other.
You keep clinging onto a hope. A hope which you know is false, a hope which you know WILL disappoint you but a hope that pacifies the longing to wait in you.
However, the sorrowful blatant truth is that you have to just let go at times.
Let go of the times you had, being friends.
Let go of the person's absence in your gloomy moments at least trying to be there for you.
Let go of the fact that the person doesn't care to talk anymore.
Let go the pacts you had planned after turning 20.
Just let go.
It IS always the darkest before dawn.
It's now that I know how it is when you're gone.
But I have been able to Shake it out.
Shake out the past,
the past when you were around.
Maybe it's best if I don't have that friend.
Maybe it's best that I'm finally walking
away from this....... mess(?) Wanting it to end.
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