There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.
Once you want something, everything changes.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.
Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.