To bleed is to recover. Removing the toxic substances. Cleaning up all the messes. Wrapping the vulnerable pieces.
Feel it, own it, and embrace it. The suffering and the misery. The absence and the uncertainty.
To love is to surrender. Allowing another in. Involving them in our routine. Making them our benzodiazepines.
Kiss it, crush it, and mean it. The affection you uttered. The aspirations you desired.
But as life is indeed an endless mystery, so I shall let it loose and be. As life isn’t always as clear as the output of an X-Ray, I shall let it fly and go away; let you go away.
