Letting go is the hard. In death. In separation. In disconnection.
If you love…
So many things that were filled with intent only to be lost. A face. Some thoughts. The way you smile at nothing and everything…
Repeating the same thing and expecting different results. Sounds like insanity.
There exists place in all of usSo close we touch it nowA darkened grove of saplingsWe’ve watched our lives grow tall
Time spent walking the streets at night, looking in windows. Hoping for those in the light to see me. To look my way and wonder at my life. To…
Letting go is the hardest thing you will ever have to do. In death. In separation. In disconnection from things you know.
You are no more special than any other snowflake that falls upon my hand.
