Wallow in the rapid flow of your own memories,
deny the fact that we were ever friends meant to be.
There is no vindictiveness in the way I represent my life,
it's just your own mind working as a self-torturing device.
I, too, have felt the bruise which comes from losing a part of you
but the part you lose also deserves bliss happiness that is true.
How can we take the past and place it where it should go?
We need to pack it up and let it love its own shadow.
When the future is un-liveable without the person you used to be,
you realize you still need to mature before you'll ever be set free.
"We must be OUR OWN before we can ever be ANOTHER'S"*.
Calm your soul, unveil yourself
or your new discovery can't truly be a treasure.
*Emerson
