past...

Narcissus flower


Lets go…

The things I loved I am allowed to keep, the rest of baggage can be split equally. You can take the days, I will hold on to the nights... Remember to clean the closet, I will hide the scars in my bags, you can take the bitterness. We can leave behind the paraphernalia..

We can often revisit that familiarity of past and awkwardness of change until we forget our way.

Let go..