poetictragedy18
"Words can stab you like 1,000 knives, but the ink that writes them down can kill."
the passerbys...
Awkward, yes! I haven't figured out quite why i can't look at these people in the halls? I mean they are the past. They have no part in my future, but why do i look away? Although, they can't look either or they are to wrapped up to. One looks at the floor while the other frantically searches around to find something else to lay their eyes on while passing me in the halls. Old memories that i wish i could throw in a box and bury in the back yard. I want to douse them in flames. Old friendships, wow...i have a hard time looking at those people too. They've changed so much, or is it just me that's changed? Common question that i have asked myself many times. Should i even have to ask myself a question such as that? I mean i know the answer. I've changed and yes i know this, but they are gone to a new world too. This is why people drift apart, friendships fall to nothing. These will never be recovered again. Buried under years of dirt...fossilized with the dinosaurs. Years go by of leaving these memories behind...years of dirt piled on those ancient bones. The chapters of the book will continue to grow longer. New ones will begin as old ones come to and end and yet every single one keeps us going as time ticks by.
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