Dusty

Some thoughts are meant to be swept into the corner of my heart. & that's what I will do. Just hoping that some day, some time, they'll accumulate enough and cobwebs would cover them all up, seal them tight. Even then, will I notice it? Will it be that aching source of pain? We all know that it'll still be there, right? But that's okay. Just let me be dusty, by myself.