Let go
I finally have to let go of you. I have been kept on your back burner for so long and now I have grown cold. You don’t need me anymore. I don’t think I need you either; I’m not sure yet. I think I stayed there for so long because I am afraid of what it would be like to be truly on my own. I don’t know. I don’t even know if you ever really needed me. Maybe it is all in my head.
I need to get away from this place.
You can’t go back
I’m searching for something to hang on to, some sign of the girl and boy who met by chance in the woods five years ago and became inseparable. I’m wondering what would have happened to them if the girl had never left. If she would have fallen in love with the boy, married him even. And sometime in the future, when the brothers and sisters had been raised up, escaped with him into the woods and left their world behind forever. Would they have been happy, out in the wild, or would the dark, twisted sadness between them have grown up?
I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight
I can’t calm my mind.
