Pieces Of Me [an online journal of sorts]

Entry Ninety-four: permanent

Some things you never forget.

Wishing any differently doesn't change a thing, you know. You can cut all of the strings, but, at the end of the day, you'll still have hooks latched onto your skin, permanent anchors to remind you that time may ease, but it can never erase.

I still hope though. Even after all this time, I still hope. Call it a character flaw.