Acceptance of what's been broken is never easy to take in.
Clarity is such a simple feeling but so overwhelming to wrap your aching mind around.
The way the world just falls into place, it's like thunder without the rain.
Because, well the storm is passing but what's left behind is staggering.
Too bittersweet to swallow but you've been keeping it on the counter for too long, it's time.
It seems way too momentary to feel so deeply but the taste is way too evident to ignore just out of dignity.
I could sit behind these walls so easily, but what's the point of hiding such consequences of lessons that needed to find a home inside of me?
And what's left of who I am is something special of what I'm becoming, because what I hold on to deep inside me is the importance of who I am as I keep living.
I'm surviving without who has fallen behind me, without the things I used to long for but never had a place here with me.
Because if it was of significance things would be different, but it isn't, is it?
And that's where everything lays in my universe that I stay in day by day, I am exactly where I'm supposed to remain.
