In those moments of silences when my body meets bed and my soul aches for rest a chronic pain pierces my chest screaming of your memories.

A war erupts inside whether to forget you and let your memories fade or to grasp you hard to the extent of breathlessness. An idea of you i don’t want to loose in the hope of finding you again, for what if I forget the essence of you and how shallow my love would be then. At the same time the heart echoing with pain wanting it to let loose like some unwanted body part that’s rotten and getting rid of it is the only option.