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A couple of things that are on my mind...
Loss is tough. Losing love is tough. Forcing someone else to experience the loss of love is tough. But it makes you tough. If you let it. You have to dig up those feelings and expose them to the searing sun and shattering rain. You have to let those feelings rot and decompose right there in the oxygen or the time it takes for them to return to the dust from which they once came will only be elongated. Sometimes it is easy to find who you are in someone else's reminding you. But then, when was the easy thing ever the right thing? My knees are rusted machinery now. My heels are heavier and every time my feet hit the pavement it is with the weight of what I've done & It is with the absence of what I haven't. I feel no regret or sadness, just the itching ache of growing pains and that's the whole point of this universe thing anyway.
-m
Loss is tough. Losing love is tough. Forcing someone else to experience the loss of love is tough. But it makes you tough. If you let it. You have to dig up those feelings and expose them to the searing sun and shattering rain. You have to let those feelings rot and decompose right there in the oxygen or the time it takes for them to return to the dust from which they once came will only be elongated. Sometimes it is easy to find who you are in someone else's reminding you. But then, when was the easy thing ever the right thing? My knees are rusted machinery now. My heels are heavier and every time my feet hit the pavement it is with the weight of what I've done & It is with the absence of what I haven't. I feel no regret or sadness, just the itching ache of growing pains and that's the whole point of this universe thing anyway.
-m
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