Carving The Memories
Walking and striding along the beach, your foot print being washed away constantly by the waves. As you look at it earnestly, a whisper in your mind wish upon how memories would be easily being sweep away as the foot print.
But we know it is impossible for us to do so; due to our strength as a human being to remember; especially the most painful memories in which made us to the gallows of non return. The death swirling above us waiting to rip our soul apart.
We do realize there is no where for us to run. All we can do is bidding our time for the death to welcome us because the painful memory has taken the toll of us. The point of oblivion.
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