Not even counting this random post

Random thought but…don’t you wish you could put your moments in a bottle? Ok, I know it sounds weird right, but hear me out. Time. Time is…”the healer”, but that’s not entirely true. You know what time really is? It’s the Mind-wiper. The memory eraser. Think about it. Why do you feel “healed” after enough time goes by? Because you can’t “remember” as well, what you were feeling at the time. So it gives you the illusion of being healed, but you’re not. Know how I know you aren’t? Because that destined moment comes, where you find a scrap of that memory…and then you start to remember, and it HURTS. It hurts like it’s still fresh, and it’s then that you realize that time didn’t heal a damn thing, it just made you waste time thinking about how much pain you were in, until you got bored or tired or sick of thinking about it and have gone numb from it, so you just don’t freakin care anymore. That’s what time does. It flows through your fingers, just being a waste. And yet, you can’t just spend your whole life being ‘hurt’ about stupid things that won’t matter in ten years…so why do we do it anyway? That brings me back to the “moments in a bottle” thing. Imagine it. If you could put all of your happy moments in a bottle to go back to when you are hurt, you could open it up and think, oh yeah…I remember. And you wouldn’t dwell on the betrayals, or the doubt, or the pain, and you would just remember the hours you spent laughing, or sharing secrets or stories or even just hanging out in silence. You would remember the comradry and the trust, instead of the lies and the harsh words, or the overstepping of your values and morals. Even if sometimes the good things really don’t make up for the bad, at least you wouldn’t be stuck with that horrid taste in your mouth.

I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking a lot lately, and I’m so tired. I used to be able to think my way out of any situation. Always look out for everyone involved. But now, it’s all gotten so confusing. I’ve become the shield, dented and cracked to the point where, I don’t honestly know if I’m fit to defend anything anymore. And yet it’s all I know. I want to protect, but, there comes a point where I will have to protect myself too.

Sorry for the weird post, and I apologize for abandoning my blog. I have been avoiding the next post, and when I write it, you’ll see why, but I will try to get it rolling again in the next few days, and post to make up for the absence. I’ll start a random new world to apologize as well.

Take care everyone. The best to you all ^^

+-Kira-+

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