So this is a post about me ranting how i deleted something i wrote with all conviction and might, not to mention my eyes that were a bit puffy and watery whilst I was typing words.
Idk. No matter how hard I try to delve deeper I can no longer find the right words to render what I've deleted "alive".
It is dead. And its rather wrong to try to revive something that's of the past.
Maybe that's what it's all about really.
To forget the past,
let go of all that's holding you back,
forgive and live,
then take a step and move forward.
It's time to let go of what's not to be.
It's time to bid farewell of the land of what if's
Time to permit one's self to live for the future
To "what could be's"and realize what's in store.
The past is always a great place to come back to,
never to dwell in nor be imprisoned in.
Its this sacred sanctuary of holding thoughts so dear,
but never jailed by the emotions that settled in.
Its always great to live passed one moment in life.
To know you have surpassed something so enduring.
Its great to look back and laugh at such memories.
But then again, 1,2,3 seconds that may suffice.
We are free to seek and think
free to grasp each loving ideal
free to treasure each fancy
free to let go and let live and new day.
R.I.P to the firsts of yesterday's dreams
to the daydreaming and hoping.
R.I.P to the first ones.
To one that may never be~