It does not hurt.
Not anymore.
It's been half a year since that incident.
It's been half a year since my kokoro was scythed.
It's been half a year.
It's been half a year.
I smiled.
Jived.
Laugh.
Socialized.
I did my best to remain composed especially when you were close
'Coz the pain I felt was too real
and I'm still stuck spinning back Time's reel.
Despite my inability to comprehend it,
I did what I can to face it.
The pits were deep and dark and seemed endless.
My days were dull and seemed changeless.
But now that the storm has passed,
I'm trying to face its aftermath.
Contrary to the bilateral friendship agreement,
I'm feeling the pact's 180 degree turn.
O, glory be that pain
Coz of it wisdom I gained.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
It does not hurt.
Not anymore.
It's been half a year since that incident.
It's been half a year since my kokoro was scythed.
It's been half a year.
It's been half a year.
I smiled.
Jived.
Laugh.
Socialized.
I did my best to remain composed especially when you were close
'Coz the pain I felt was too real
and I'm still stuck spinning back Time's reel.
Despite my inability to comprehend it,
I did what I can to face it.
The pits were deep and dark and seemed endless.
My days were dull and seemed changeless.
But now that the storm has passed,
I'm trying to face its aftermath.
Contrary to the bilateral friendship agreement,
I'm feeling the pact's 180 degree turn.
O, glory be that pain
Coz of it wisdom I gained.
Penned on 01 November 2016 after losing a friend
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