“I swear I’m ready to let this go,” (by the old gods and the new, LOL)
I had repeated this several times in my head the last few weeks that I was here. So when it was time to leave, I did as quickly as I can.
“Nah! No time for tears, I’ll be back anyway” (for exit interview. LOL) But as I was moving on, I find myself looking back. This is a great place I am deserting, I am happy here.
“But it’s time to fly.”
I went back as I must. It was the same place as I left it, same vibe, same scent, the familiarity haunted me. But one thing was different.
“I do not belong here anymore..”
I couldn’t fight back my tears. For the first time in a long while, I felt alone beyond solace. I didn’t understand why it felt as if a part of me was disintegrated.
“Perhaps it was the comfort, the warmth of what is known and secure that I was uncomfortable letting go.”
It felt as though there were little fragments that was a part of me for while, left me. I went for a walk, the long waiting hours served it’s purpose. Then suddenly, an epiphany. It was as though an angel whispered a reassurance from where it’s from or fairy sprinkled some pixie dust.
“For whatever made me feel a little broken at that moment, built me. It strengthened my wings and renewed my spirit.”
Yes. I swear I am NOW ready to let this go,” (by the old gods and the new, hihi)