Happiness, like most things, is fleeting
It’s the good things that don’t last forever
It’s the stains, the scars, the trauma, the pain, the regrets and mistakes
Those things that are unwelcome
That make a permanent home out of you
Feed off you, change you
Until you’re left with nothing but echoes and chaos
Distant memories of who you were.
Happiness, like most things, could ruin you
When you go searching in the wrong places
When it can be masked in many different faces
When it’s fleetingβ¦
In a heart beat, the best things could turn into your destruction
Your happiest moments could easily be what tears you down
Until you’re left with nothing but a void; resounding emptiness
Distant memories of who you wanted to be
Happiness, like light or sunshine, follows some kind of darkness
They say time heals, and true, maybe it does
But they don’t tell you that healing is sometimes worse than what hurt you
So what is time but a prison – when healing looks like nightmares, messy hair and insomnia
Healing looks like smiling with sad eyes, laughing the loudest and drowning in silence
Healing is lethargic – a restless soul and a heart that’s too heavy
It’s the numbness that makes you crave a full life
It’s in healing that we feel everything and nothing
Until all that’s left is hope, an ember that won’t die
Distant memories of what we thought it was supposed to be
A new path leading you home.
Memories

“They say time heals, and true, maybe it does
But they donβt tell you that healing is sometimes worse than what hurt you”
This right here
Wow
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