I only allow myself the briefest of moments to remember what happened.
And I only allow myself the smallest amount of time to feel it again.

But sometimes I do, and sometimes I remember, and I think its ok, to let yourself hurt, to let yourself breath, to let yourself be in that pain.

I think its ok as long as you remember where you are now.

And when you breathe, you may remember what was, but you know what is.

And you may remember the shattering pain, but you know the redeeming truth.

When the pressing weigh on your chest begins, and everything starts to get cloudy

with rage, hurt, pain…than stop.

Stop the moment, step away from it, let the line from your heart to your head be broken from what was.

Reach in and remove the memory, the words, the times, the bottles, remove the darkness.

So let the pains exist, but only for a moment.

Because the punishment is over.

you left.

Love the leave.