Sometimes.

It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. When push comes to shove there are certain barriers hidden within you that just cannot seem to break. All the while, the indestructible walls you build for deliberate reasons crumble down every time they have the opportunity. No matter how hard you may try, it is impossible to know every curve, every wrinkle, and every facet of another. You may try to memorize their rhythm, but do you know what caused the rhythm to begin with? Its strange how lovers can slowly become strangers simply because they just want to. Everyone heals differently, in their own time, in their own way. I would rather indulge myself in the variations of feeling, rather than try to numb it. Numb is worse, I believe. And in the grand scheme of things, what does numb accomplish anyway? To be numb is to be dead and while others may think that's a good path to take, for some, feeling everything all at one time can be so much more rewarding. Love? Hate? Pain? That's all okay. Indulge in all of it, take it as it is. Because, this means you are alive and honestly, nothing is greater than being alive. Every line of a book, or lyric of a song is interpreted a thousand different ways and imagined by a thousand different sets of closed eyes. When you inhale a big breath, you are inhaling all that the world has to offer you, and you shouldn't ignore it. The vibrations the Earth gives out every day effect every one separately. Some days aren't yours at all. And when it is time for those people that touch your heart in ways you will never forget to leave, you can choose whether to feel their hand print or their absence. While your body maybe secreting and oozing sorrow from the pores in your skin, take note in how you feel in this moment. Embrace it, relish it, savor it. Because when you stop feeling anything at all, you'll miss it. Because all the drugs and orgasms, cigarettes and punches to the wall, cannot and will not replace the spot in your soul that is left barren. Shaved. Blank. Erased. Bare. But these spots, these hand prints, these absences? They are forever important. They help create the barriers and the walls; sometimes, they help knock them down, too.