Someone once said that losing someone you loved was like losing air, and you sat there choking, paling and unable to move. The sadness like a little tune playing on a broken record, over and over and over again, hurting your ears.
But I think it's quite the opposite. You have meaningless air, meaningless time and a meaningless life ahead of you. You become well acquainted with the tune of sadness, the unhappiness and melancholy stay, they etch permanent lines onto your heart, and the tune?
The tune becomes a sort of escape, it becomes your favourite song, you sing it to yourself and you dance to it. But you make no effort to turn it off because it's familiar. You do not know a life outside the sadness, you do not know a life without them, and it's not that you don't want one.
It's just you'd rather be hurt over and over again by the familiar than by the unknown.
It's the only song that I know and I'd listen to it over and over again rather than come face to face with the ear piercing silence.
- 18th December (12:33 pm)
A/N: ughhhh I just feel so melancholic I swear. I can't even write anything good lol.
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