Let go, don't be scared.

Dreams kept bringing you back to me

Like the forgotten words to a song

They keep haunting me

But now I know to dream in reality

Now even in my waking hours

you're just a dream to me.

I reckon that letting go is liberating. Even when you grip onto a bunch of beautiful roses so hard, the thorns make you bleed. Letting go releases all the pent up feelings in you. Letting go frees your hands and mind to hold and behold a host of other pleasures that had you transfixed before this. Holding on is one thing but hanging for dear life when the lifeline (or loveline) is as fragile as the camels' back just before the last straw hit it is, well, just a waste of resources, energy and time.

So now I don't hang on. I don't weep for lost sundays alone, I don't think of being alone as being lonely. It's empowering.

~chuckles~

I used to be scared of letting go, maybe scared that if I did, no one would be there to catch me. No safety net, no one to rely on, no one to put a band-aid on my wounds and kiss my boo-boos away. We forget that we could rely on ourselves. You, me... we, in ourselves are a great source of comfort for our own selves. So let go... young hearts, run free!

"Sometimes you wake up,

Sometimes the fall kills you.

And sometimes,

when you fall,

you fly."

- Todd Faber

Fables & Reflections,

"Fear of Falling"

The Sandman Series

Neil Gaiman