One of the last reality checks I had came to me over this past week. I went to a semi-open to public though privately operated affair.
It was there I realized that for my own sake, sadly, yet truthfully humbled by attending this... that so much of my past entered.
What was unmistakably although unescapable is how I've come face to face with.
Old friends that seemed more like stangers...
The relationship. The vibe. No longer there.
Present in me if the moral ties this altogether.
I have to let go. I cannot affrod to hang onto it. I have to let go of my grip. I refuse to pretend. I will not allow myself to be hurt - but I will acknowledge how the hurt makes me feel.
It's a difficult thing.
But far more mature I can be proud of why this is.
- Marco

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