Half and Half

Every moment is as beautiful as it is forgettable.
The paradox is funny in a cruel kind of way.
That we are all doomed is certain.
That we have all been or will be in love at one point or another is also a fact of this life.
So is it okay to cry and brood about the loss ? It is.
Then this weird thing called life happens and we forget.
About love lost,the friends and the dead.Everything, it's that easy.
Like snapping fingers.
The pain of losing somebody,the sight of the poor.The helplessness of the whole situation.
All forgotten.
This mind,the way it works.It is magic.
Because you can always dig up and retrieve whenever you feel the need.
Forgotten but not completely.
There but still not there.Divided and breathing through life.