Endings
I'm still hoping that one day, I would no longer ask — how does it feel of getting completely escaped from someone's vivid memory.
When you were no longer trapped and could no longer fantasize the idea of love as the whole enchilada in the movie. When you could finally celebrate the healing of agony that was marked inside your chest. I'm still curious of how does it feel of forgetting someone's sweet taste of lips that reminds you of forever resting place. Of forgetting the scent of perfume that makes you feel the heaven. A paradise of where the sunrise and sunset are both witnessed by just the two of us.
You said it takes time to heal,
and maybe this wounds are destined to heal by a century.
or maybe when I'm gone.
#BlueEnvelopes
JE LEEST
Blue Envelopes
PoëzieI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
