Sometimes, the memories can’t fade and pain resonates at any given time. Then, the momentum you have is slowed down. You can live in those moments and feel the happiness all over again, but you know it’s not real. You pushed, moved on, and sailed to the present.
Both of us have.
Still there is no release from your hold. No way out of these catacombs of us. These very thoughts hold me captive. Chained to the connection of what remains.
Both of us are.