Space for Brabus

I’ve been thinking a lot about the not-so-distant past lately.  Starting from the very beginning until the very end, where I lost a friend.

I never lost a friend before…so I can’t help to wonder: was it worthed it?

And I guess deep down I don’t think it is, because everyday I find myself trying to mend things, to bring everything to back to the old normalcy…but always with no success…not because I didn’t give enough effort…but because he doesn’t let me in into his world anymore.

So in the end, things are still broken and there’s nothing else that I can do.

Thus it’s the irreconcilable sadness…the unresolved sorrow, the unsettled guilt…because no matter what I do, it will never be enough…and thus the feeling stays.

“Just because people do bad things, it doesn’t mean they’re bad people” (Izzy-Grey’s Anatomy)