If it's not worth it, don't hang on to it.

some stuffs are better propagated, while some are better locked within, inside the deep recesses of our heart.

but today, in the case of the latter, the lid was slightly pried open and it was left ajar for quite some time. bitter memories flashed like lightnings in the twinkling of an eye, causing emotional waves to roar the recessing shoreline.

yet, the pain wasn't as acute as before. it was manageable and transitory, much better than expected. this just goes to show how i've really moved on, albeit not completely, but somewhere along that route.

now, i just need time to heal the scars. Amin.