The past haunts you silently.
In your darkest moments
It neglects privacy,
As old wounds
Re-open.
The past is an old friend that likes to visit me at 1am, when the street lights are the only sign of life in this small neighbourhood. Oddly, they blind my view of the stars in the sky, depicted nothing but darkness above. Then slowly the past leaves as the sun rises, creating more memories that will one day also be “the past”.
ยฉA’IshaAdams2017
*Picture from Pinterest*
Beautiful ๐
Thank you ๐๐
Girl you are so a poetic bird.
THANK YOU! ๐