Let go

When a person leaves, it's really hard to let go. I think almost every person on Earth knows how it feels to lose something... or someone. It's really hard to let go of the memory they trail. Most of the time, the good memories make it hard to let go... to forget.

But then, bad memories also make it hard to forget certain things in the past. No matter how much you'd like to forget the bad memories, your mind keeps coming back to those. You know how certain tangible things have an attached feeling or memory to it? That's how memories stick, right? If we associate something tangible to a memory, it is preserved - at least for me. In my mind, good memories have a consequent thing, and bad memories also have a consequent thing - a tangible thing that you will come across with some time again... inevitably.

Bad memories are hard to let go too. It's sad, really. You want to forget because it's all over... All patched up. Everything's okay now, but the memory bludgeons you, bothers you.

It's April. I'm atop a mountain in the East of the City. Two memories attached to these things haunt me this very moment...

Maybe this April, I will replace that bad memory with a good one.

Maybe I'm here again... To make a new memory that I will associate to this place.

Maybe, I will.