Tired.
That should say it all. This is how it feels I see, when it finally feels like there is no more looking back. No more heartbreaks. Nothing more to lose.
This, is how it feels when you are letting go.
But, who am I lying to? It will keep coming back. I will always be that recuperating cancer patient: feeling good one day, and cursing this painful existence the next.
But, someday it will all cease to matter. I will be at the brink of that dangerous freedom that day.
Peace.
That should say it all. This is how it feels I see, when it finally feels like there is no more looking back. No more heartbreaks. Nothing more to lose.
This, is how it feels when you are letting go.
But, who am I lying to? It will keep coming back. I will always be that recuperating cancer patient: feeling good one day, and cursing this painful existence the next.
But, someday it will all cease to matter. I will be at the brink of that dangerous freedom that day.
Peace.
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