Life is a funny thing. I think Alanis Morrisette said that.
Letting go of friendships can be difficult but not impossible. Especially when you thought they were one of your best friends while they merely considered you a useful acquaintance. Sure it hurts but it's better than to let it keep going right? And who needs them anyway?
But what if you let yourself become so attached that your heart is still bleeding even though you're sure you stitched up the wound months ago?
Will the trickle lessen in time? Or will it merely fester, waiting for that inopportune moment to finally rupture and cause the heart to stop functioning altogether?
Are grey patches of nothingness signs of emotional detachment or that the heart is weakening? Or is it actually proof that the heart has moved beyond the pain and is functioning again?
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