hurling a boomerang

a flashback where i cant forget ;[


Few months back , i was carried away by the indulgence that liberty had given me. And that was then. Right now, i am running out of paint to brush out all the fibs i've done. Everything is coherent enough for every eyes to witness. Every scars were a betrayal to none other but myself. Just when i thought that the past has finally took its departure, it came back. Infect, it grew stronger than ever. All the memories were sailing towards the shore of my ocean thoughts and a string of emotions were jumbled into one boat. I had no best words to make it explicit. Worst part is, i never thought that i could be so bloody sensitive over things until now. I am nettled by my own self as much as you do. No worries.


I was embarrassed by the dramas i've sewed myself into that i wanted to draw a line from everyone. Every time i forged an effort to forget, to hurl it into the junkyard, it kept on flying back at me like a boomerang. Although, there were still good memories left to grasp for. Yet, its edges can be really keen that it hurts to even let it cross my mind. I was everything that that i am not right now. Because that was what i'd glided myself into back then. The path i'd chosen was a decision that i never knew about. I never bother slicing my thoughts before i let my body became functional again. I was reckless about every words that ought to carry a meaning


Still, no matter how much i've tried to hurl the boomerang away from my vision, i can get nothing but a tight slap from disappointment. I guess i just need to digest myself with the dont-friggin-care feeling.