Sometimes, letting go sucks. Sometimes, letting go isn’t pretty. You wont find letting go on Pinterest. You will find it in your red, raw, tumultuous, rivetingly beautiful heart. Letting go ain’t sad. Sometimes it’s bad. Letting go isn’t about birds and cages and things coming back if they truly love you. Letting go is about heartburn, claustrophobia, heartache, angst, growling. Letting go is about needing, needing happy music, old 1950s How do you Like Your Eggs in the Morning with Dino or Greensleeves in the morning, ’cause you’re so sad and bitter you can’t breath oxygen, you haven’t breathed in days. Letting go is about the anger right before you open up and hug and friend and get their shoulder wet and salty. It reminds me of this poem.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 20:11:50 +0000
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