And just like that, old wounds were scratched open again. O death, why do you have to sting this bad? It hurts probably because I seek permanence in an impermanent world. It hurts probably because I’m holding on to things which should be let go eventually. But everyday, I’ll choose to see beauty in this tragedy To leave no words unspoken To treat no gift unappreciated To cherish each fleeting moment with people Moments I’ll know that would just be memories in the end It…Continue Reading “Old Wounds”