I use to think- I still think, that's each person moves with beliefs, with friends, with hobbies and morals, & even more. These things that make you, well- you. One of each of these things is inscribed on a steel ball: a ball and chain linked to you. These things are a persons burdens. Things a human being carries with them, not to hold them back, but keep them grounded. Burdens a person carries with them to keep from losing their way because burdens can make a person strong. But does tossing them after living with it all for so long make you stronger? Some burdens are too much to bare. And people feel crushed under the weight.
So what happens if you let go? Let go of it all? And then, then you come to find yourself floating. Floating away from the place that was warm because you couldn't accept "friends" that treat you like a clock-in clock-out job, or hobbies that are "healthy addictions" or beliefs. What do you do?
I accept it. Accept that I was a coward, who couldn't face his feelings, his friends, his-self. Only feelings left are that of subtle drowning, and suffocation, because it hurts. This absence of love, of vibrant life. But I move, I have to, and I move forward, grasping, for these things that held me down so i don't lose my way again the things i let go of starting with "hope" knowing, that I'll never be at the place I was before and still I'll no longer stop. Because I will remember that there is more than one star in the sky.
Thank you for reading. Goodnight.
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