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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Am I

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
and faster
and 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.
Maybe
Perhaps
Probably
Definitely
It's time to let go.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. the last half especially, from "Holding..." to "...go." really catches my attention. I'm a fan.

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