As each day passes I try to take a step back not in the direction of failure, but in the direction away from everything we ever knew. Just as the sun fades deep into the eastern horizon, so do memories. After so long, your mind fulfills itself by replacing what was once a redundant image teaming your thoughts daily. The mind moves on. Even through the pain, the tears, and those long nights you felt were interminable.
The heart attaches, at some point, yet the heart falls, breaking into pieces left only to be picked up the next trash day. When you reach the site and are dumped out, it is then you realize that living so dirty is not what you should desire. You can't hide and you mustn't lie. Be open and your heart will set you free once all the trash is taken out.