Tears for you will not be shed, thoughts of you are buried and dead. For there will be another that you can call your own, while i, take my time and stand alone. My heart to you will now be closed, and feelings no longer will be exposed. For now another holds your adoration, while i, successfully, suppress frustration.

It's hard to believe where life has been leading me to. Such beauties in front of, sometimes it doesn't even seem true.

As time go, there's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting and the most intense beauty can only be seen in the presence of both light and shadows. For it's often in the loss of a thing that it's worth to us become most precious and by letting it go with grace, we can be savour its purest delights.

Realising that the pain runs so deep only because the beauty ran so deep and that without it having once touched us. We wouldn't now know the emptiness of its loss. Our grief will eventually turn to thankfulness that it never touched us at all, and we will be left awed by the mystery of it's haunting.  

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