The past haunts you silently.

In your darkest moments

It neglects privacy,

As old wounds



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”.


*Picture from Pinterest*

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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