Am I kidding myself that nothing will change after everything has changed?
My forced, desperate attempts to cling to the strings and precious fibers of my happy past are unraveling them faster
I obstinately try to shove my new life into the shrunken, beloved garment of the past, which both causes me pain and is rending my worn memories at the seams.
Holding so tightly to the smoke of an extinguished flame that my nails make my palms bleed.
It's time to let go.