I Tried.

     I'm copying this from what I wrote last night. :P 
     I'm writing this at midnight, so if it doesn't make sense, I apologize. I'm about to pass out from exhaustion; so much so that I can't even bear to lift my head and stare at the screen of my laptop.

      Many of us experience a shattering love, that makes you yearn for the other person day or night, every second of the day. For some, it ends only in an even more shattering heartbreak. Some are gifted with more luck and manage to capture the other person's heart just as much as theirs was. But right now, I feel the need to delve into the side of those who had that heartbreak unfortunately befall them and place that ever burdensome lead weight upon their heart. The reaction to it greatly varies from person to person, as we all handle shock and pain differently from one another. With all our defenses disarmed and guards thrown aside alongside blocks upon blocks of our pride, different wounds are inflicted upon us from the one we loved, or still do love to this very day. Some may want their wound to burn, so that they will never forget it. To scar them for life so it'll always remind us of our past love that can never be replaced, or completely healed from. Others feel like they were ripped apart, with every fiber of their being straining to hold itself in a semblance of what it once was. A tornado passing into our life, whirling away any form of common sense we once held that makes us desperately cling onto whatever else we have left. Then, just as quickly, it departs, leaving behind a despairingly shredded up heart with heaps upon heaps of wretched anguish. They say time heals all wounds. Indeed, it may heal our wounds, but even time can never make us completely forget pieces of our painful past.

At times, the agony becomes too much to bear, and makes us want to run from ourselves and the world, into a mysterious, secluded place no one and nothing can bother us in ever again. We want to forget it, yet do not at the same time. To forget the pain and only retain the precious memories, and live in the past to change everything that had gone wrong. Yet, sometimes our only escape is when we can close our eyes for blissful moments of nothingness.

• Savana

Inspired by “Scars (Stronger For Life)” by Corrinne May.