So much of smiles on my face.
Afraid that a day they realize they're too good for me.
And then one day they actually did.
A bad memory was my problem.
What happened?
Did it cure itself or was it transferable?
Chemicals help me closing my eyes
When they open.
Why do I see the same first thing everyday?
O yes! That's what I wished for.
That's what the promise was.
The promise made to me and me still keeping it alive?
Distractions. To live just pass a day.
How many can I create?
All through my life would I wish I stay distracted or high?
Every second that's empty.
Is it really like that?
Filling the spaces are all those seconds where I smiled.
I need to replace them.
But can I really do it?
The real question is was I ever able to do it?
I guess I will not be?
New ones need a bad memory to thrive.
They need a mind that's in control of every emotion.
May be I'm not suitable.
May be I am, as they say obsessed.
But obsession doesn't have a cure, but I do. All of us do.
Our cure is Love.
Will wait for it.
