Another death in the neighbourhood and again I am falling into that abyss of past memoirs! Somethings,they just don’t go away! They just don’t! Scratch, scratch hard, scratch till it bleeds but still some marks, some invisible marks would always be there!
Yes, you know you have moved ahead,way too ahead to even look back and even if you look back you won’t find anything but still somewhere down the line there is something, which is invisible but you feel its existence!
Maybe we should just accept the fact that somethings exist forever!
