Chapter 72
October 21/ 2022
Dear Deary,
"You were so distant I forgot you were there at all."
Rupi Kaur.
"Milk and Honey"
Indeed, sometimes it is so strange that we forget those whom it seemed simply impossible to forget. It turned out that it is quite possible.
Traces of people from the past are erased, and memories and pain are dulled. Like an old photograph. At first it was bright and fresh, but time mercilessly erased its brightness of paint and it has faded beyond recognition over the years. It no longer smells of fresh paint and there is no feeling that it sticks to the fingers, just a photograph, just an aged photograph, which really doesn’t mean anything anymore. Well, yes, it was. Yes, it'sbeen. Yes it's been and now forgotten.
The bag of needles no longer pricks the heart, they are completely rusted and no longer bring pain. The moment when the past no longer disturbs. No more feelings, no more pain. There is nothing more.
There is no past, no future, there is only now, and you.
