Over

         Some days go slow, some days go the other way around, tempo of life, we live but we dont know, we know but we're not alive, a childish idea, a bubble popping but like all great things forgotten in due time, all this is of no meaning, all this to tell you I missed you, but you're not here, and I'm not looking, I won't, happiness is a human flaw, sought only by the sane of us, by them, by you, I walk away, wounds have healed, wounds have grown, but unlike what kid me thought; they don't last, they only haunt you after they die and wither away, haunted, hunted, but you can only know what you see with your heart, but you had to look long enough to see beyond your premonitions, I keep walking bare foot on a grass of molten thorns, walking towards my own closure, destination isn't worth it, and neither is the journey, and when grass turns to sand hope turns to Ashe, I shall breath again, story of my life, never read it before, I just keep on writing, a million miles march, I wish I had a chance to forgive you, it would mean I held something inside, something to forgive, before letting go.