What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

I really do have lots of old things I do put on everyday; Gifts and facial qualities. Gifts; I so love old gifts, especially the types of gifts that comes from your favourite people. It keeps them and whatever memories you had shared with them to heart.

Every moments stays stucked with that gifts you had received. Every moments, every touch are glued to whatever the gift may probably be. Every touch, every sensation brings goosebumps as you relive those moments ofwhoever had given you such gifts.

Even when tides gets high or low, the bonds still gets stucked with the gift. It’s not retreating back but draws you to what you had shared with that person.

One of the oldest gift I wear till today is a broken heart coupled with a smile to mask the pain I feel each day. Like shattered glass, the heart feels heavy and the effects seems irrevocable.

Every passing day, it reeks of whatever I had shared with that that person – the lovely moments, the child-like presence, the joy of craving for each us, the memories and things unspoken about.

But, nothing do last forever and the bond fall short with no trace as to what had caused it and, no strands to hold onto; to feel or ponder about. It whistled away into the thin like every memories felt fake.

And, every acts or deeds you had done felt irrelevant and with no regard, they had never appreciated you well enough – they had seen as a second fiddle, toyed with and dumped whenever they feel right to do whatsoever they intend to do.

Grateful for the blissful smile i’ve got. It shifts and withdraws me away from remembering what heartbreaks feels like. It hides the pain felt deep down and unthreaded from the unhappiness that’s felt within.

It heals and reminds me of how special I am, how worthy and valued I am; it outweighs the unworthiness that it felt, the ‘swept aside’ acts it has been shown and opened. The disregard it has felt by the favorite person whom it had looked up.

Healing is quite the hardest prospect of one’s life as every process of healing gives you flashbacks of whoever you had been wanting to heal from.

It digs deep down to your skin and soul and leave you scathed. Each wound feels fresh like dawn; Everyday gives you the feels that gets to you questioning if ever they’d be another gift you could wear wholeheartedly and for a long time too.

Ace_xx.