Now I am just trying to delete past memories like if they were just files on a cabinet, waiting for that predicted time. That one moment we all knew it would come sooner or later. It hurts of course, is like a killer, like a criminal waiting for its next victim, but I was trying my best on being preparer for it. Because life does not always go the way we always wanted. Life is an UN-expectant dark treasure and Golden painful knife, but full of unusual experiences. Which we should never let for granted.
Let me know what you think of this please. I know is not a poem, but is something I came up Minutes after someone hurt my feelings
