It Will Pass Anyway — February, 2025

    Oh, finally, we have reached it, you, have reached the point. It feels weird to see you near a whole new soul I’ve never seen before. My limps, suddenly weaken. How many years? Honestly I stop counting when I thought it was easy to keep you close, but I was full of doubts. Of course I will easily let everything go, but let me live through it first. All the emotions, why is it hard to write? My hand feels a bit sore. Is the new soul kind to you? Does the new soul give you birds caterpillars or all those butterflies? I’ve been writing for years, imagine how long, how many words have I poured while thinking about a person whose hands, whose body, isn't meant to stay. What exactly did I expect? I truly never had any idea. A tiny piece inside of me still remembers vividly the sentence I’ve ever written, “I’ll come when the day is brighter.” Now that my day is brighter, and I become braver, so why didn’t it work? All of our lives, we’ll never know the answers. All the possibilities that become a blur, go away. That what makes life intriguing anyway, the fact that we’ll never figure it out and I’ll never catch any guess part of your perspective. I will always have zero clue. They’re screaming because they’re about to die. They’re dying for so long actually, but now it will become, officially dead. It’ll become a dead story. Dead stories. It’s almost the time. Do they cry for help? No? But it’s still painful I guess. Who are they? They’re the pieces of feeling I keep for you. The songs, the lyrics, you ever shared with me, will always live in me. I won’t give it back to you. The waves, the ideas, are all mine, will always be mine. Now that I’m running, almost running out words, I’ll keep giving it a try to full this paper of farewell. Of course I will tell people how upset I am. Of course I will find the most gut-wrenching lyrics to cope. Of course I will stare with hatred towards your significant other, but that will be just a phase. People, I am the people, say, this will pass anyway. And it will pass anyway.

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