feel heavy from dragging it around. Let it go and grab it back again. re-position it's weight and decide to hold it like a baby near your chest. Caress the limp body and kiss the cold cheek. Cradling dead memories is your new hobby. Despite any well intended advice, they would never understand. They know from experience? They aren't in your experience. And that it is a teacher. I have heard. Experience that is. Is something that takes time. Time never is on your side. It will come down to one thing for everyone. Depending on who you are. Only for some. Only for me. Maybe for you. Breathe. Don't try to make since o my words just your own. world.inside you.
Pretend.
Pretend to feel happy. Pretend to feel beautiful. Pretend to love. Pretend to come alive. Then the item, the idea, the mirage of what once was has vanished, and you become that which you are "pretending". In that moment, you are. You are light. Lite. Live. Limber. The one not broken. The pretending hero who now rescues. The brave one. I am she. You are he.
let go, dear one.
victoria
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