Delete the number.
Trash the boxes.
Give the sweaters away,
stop holding on to things that do not
fit you anymore.
Forgive them.
They didn't apologize and you're still
mad.
What I do know is this; a closed
fist can punch through a wall, but you
can't fix the hole until you open your
hands.
The past is one of the few things more
stubborn than we are,
it will not change.
It does not care if you have a
better idea of how the story should have
ended.
Healing begins when you stop trying to
run backwards on the escalator
and embrace whatever will keep us moving
forward.
It's hard being alive
but it looks good on you.
So many things have tried to break you,
none of them turned in their assignments.
I think that's a good enough reason to
celebrate.
I heard it only takes one person to be a
parade.
The truth is, we aren't here long enough to drag
around this so much apathy.
Pluck a ream of smiles from any place
that has a few extra laying around.
Stash one for yourself and give the rest
away.
Because some of us are chewing on our
last spoonful of hope.
Tell people you love them
while they are still here,
because death doesn't call before it
comes over.
Time will agree to play freeze tag but
will follow none of the rules.
Hey!
Try not to be so hard on yourself
we don't know how long we'll be on this
planet,
or what we're supposed to do while we're
here.
We're all just crashing into each other
and trying to fall in love with the collision
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Comments (1)
Love this. There will be people me included that need to read this.