Lost Ones
What comes to mind when hearing the word "Loss"?
I've always tried to fight it and the first thing that comes to mind is anger.
The second is defiling.
Everyone will feel it, yet no one will ever truly understand the depths of it outside of themselves. Even those who try.
It invades the most private and precious part of our being.
It’s the moment when you really understand that things will never go back to the way they used to be, and any pictures that your hope painted back when you were safe: they are slowly fading.
And the ones that disappear fade into a feeling.
A memory only to be felt in faint dreams we’ll never really experience.
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