Healing vs Remembering

Everyone has a room,

Somewhere, in their life.

Not a room we live in,

But a room that lives in us.

We enter it once,

We cry, we shout, we break

And then, leave...

But the room walks with us.

It remembers everything.

It leaves behind proof of our presence,

Maybe in the form of DUST.

And dust ends up in itself....

It remains.

It is.

It will be.

Years pass.

We heal, we update our version.

But the problem is,

That room keeps updating itself too.

It recreates itself according to our present self.

We never walk in again...

But sometimes,

In the strangest moments,

The room walks out....