When the hearts manifest emotions with the serenity of times,
Looking back makes on lucid memories just brings agony of pitfalls,
Some learnt experiences and mistakes weaved with silences,
It's not always lenient to let go of what inexistent but mere feelings make hearts go tangles and minds revolting with suffocation,
At the ends, life doesn't curtail but it's all about the quest and survival being a jungle instinct, the leap before the fall, spilt milk hovering regrets, and healing overpowering the souls of what's devastating taken in dark shades of the heart closets with the hush of sealed over edges.