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- If I put away the details of my heartache of the last year what I am left with is a beautiful story, another chapter to add to this thing I've been working on over the last almost four! years. It becomes part of my bigger life. If I put away the details and look at it like that. If I remember my life is bigger than all of this. Then it becomes a small phase. Then my life is something else. If I were to decide I wanted it to become a small phase. The letting go is ugly: what was so big becomes so small. I hate that, I resist. And what the fuck am I doing here?
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