THE PAST

The past goes away to die,

Too proud to let you see it suffer,

Ashamed of its own weakness,

Of having done so little,

Afraid of being in the way.

It drags its broken body across your door step,

Disappears into the busy world.

That is why when you turn ans say ;" whatever happened to thosedays? where did they go?"

No will answer.

No one will know.

What we call memory is not the thing that left too strong an impression,

But the moment that was too helpless to get away.

ANOTHER ONE IN THE BACK

OK i have to accept that the title might sound a bit exaggerated cause this one is not exactly one in the back. after my ex relationship opened up to a can of really flimsy and disgusting worms i just gathered that i had it all. The naive me ceases to learn you see. So neways i thought that was as bad as it got and that the rest of Wat ever i had left was a pure and honest set of relationships. but then as i always say life needs to slap you to wake  you up it won't ever just nudge you and say " wake up Angel". I had started to believe that you could have not see a person through shit but you still can form a strong bond. and so i let myself believe that i had it in me to make such friends. but that didn't happen. the dream ended and left me more bitter, as if that is not enough i had to find out the my closest Friends hide things from me too. i don't know if it's me but my relationships are going sour. its weird how life tries to teach you. i just wish life's taught me enough. i think i am done experiencing things first hand i think now i can learn from other peoples misery  :)