trying to leave it all in last year
There I was, in a moment I'd convinced myself I was doomed to forever be.
Hung up. Holding on. Bewildered. A place where I felt so alone, so discounted.
Each day growing more attached to my memories, to words, expressions, thoughts.
Holding on because I was too scared to let go; terrified for what that could mean.
It was in the moment that I stepped outside of myself without
consciously knowing it, where I found that letting go wasn't a betrayal
after all. Looking back on past hours spent, realizing for once, I let
myself go. I let you go. And all the while, the world didn't