How does one let go of a way of life? a breath, a sigh, a moment in time, laughter, tears, pain, love. Here i am at 11:16 pm writing because its the only thing left to do, every other thing tried and tested many times over. A year, a month and a week of trying to stabilize myself, stand on my own two feet without searching for his strong shoulders to cry on, to whine about every inconsequential mishap of my life, and now its come to this, my biggest trial, not turning to him.
How does one get over the only form of happiness they've felt? How does one hold a moonbeam in their hand?
1 comment:
you dont try to hold moonbeams... you try and make yourself strong enough to get to the light inside you..
Its a beautifully written piece btw... i didnt know u could write this well...
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