"It's not what you hold in your hands that you can call your own. It's what you have after you've opened to let them go."
I might not know when or where
it will lead me,
but I will not stop—letting go.
Under the velvet sky,
amidst the air I look again.
'til the memories of you fade away,
'til the tears in my eyes dry,
'til all the petals in my hands disappear.
Soon my heart will be free,
as I continue erasing your memory.
and forgetting what it has to be.
Forgetting all that we'll ever be.
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