People changes, people come and go...it is saddening. But somehow we need to soldier on. Moving forward with whatever we have. All that is left is just memories. Etched deeply into the heart. And sometimes the heart aches.. and it is hurt..hurt to miss people who wont be around. Hurt to realise we cant go back. Hurt to know the need to let go.
Verse 1
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing "Hallelujah"
Verse 4
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
#broken hallelujah
Be his toy.
Sei sein Spielzeug.
Let’s blur the lines between pain and pleasure.
Always have established safe words and signals.
- Sir Daddy
“It is damned difficult not to feel anything.”
— Vincent van Gogh, from The Complete Letters (via goodreadss)