Sometimes it feels like I'm only pencil booked in people's lives. Everything just looms with uncertainties that you wonder if the next morning you wake up, will they still be there? Would you be etched within their memories? Or would you just be erased in a blink of an eye. The only thing that's beautiful about it is that, if they erase you from their lives all too often. You will start to make a hole in it. Even if they try to write your name on another page, or another chapter. It will never be the same as it was before.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
Sometimes it feels like I'm only pencil booked in people's lives. Everything just looms with uncertainties that you wonder if the next morning you wake up, will they still be there? Would you be etched within their memories? Or would you just be erased in a blink of an eye. The only thing that's beautiful about it is that, if they erase you from their lives all too often. You will start to make a hole in it. Even if they try to write your name on another page, or another chapter. It will never be the same as it was before.
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