I haven’t experienced a lot of loss in the same way other people have… which makes me wonder if my loses are even worth mentioning. The only funeral I ever attended was my grandfathers when I was only a few months only old, and I’m glad to say I remember none of it. When I hear words like loss and burial, funerals aren’t what come to mind…
There are a lot of things I’ve loved in my life that have been cruelly torn away from me. At a certain point writing was one of them. My journals were invaded and my life was turned upside down, I lost all sense of control and the months that followed were pure agony. Today, I’ve buried those painful memories in journals I rarely visit. I keep it all written down, because I refuse to forget, and if I allow my testament to fade it’ll be as if it never existed. But just because the action has been left in the past. It doesn’t mean the pains healed.
— March
There are a lot of things I’ve loved in my life that have been cruelly torn away from me. At a certain point writing was one of them. My journals were invaded and my life was turned upside down, I lost all sense of control and the months that followed were pure agony. Today, I’ve buried those painful memories in journals I rarely visit. I keep it all written down, because I refuse to forget, and if I allow my testament to fade it’ll be as if it never existed. But just because the action has been left in the past. It doesn’t mean the pains healed.
— March
Read them.
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