soulbts

Looking at the past through a misty gaze, I realize that everything in life is perishable. While choosing what to hold on to and remember, I own nothing in this world except for the love (and pain) I have experienced. The memories I choose to hold on to. The experiences that shape who I am. My life has undergone a complete death, then re-birth, through isolation and ex-communication of all that I knew. Through this experience, I come to a new center. A center within myself, and containing myself, a place where I am free. I do miss certain people, now thousands of miles away from me, but through death comes life, shedding of old skin brings about new beginings. I may shed tears for what has come and gone, but I am better today for I have chosen to keep what I may and move on.