Rip it off like a bandaid.

Let go.
let go let go let goletgo I cannot tell you enough times to let go.

It didn’t come easy,
this lesson, no.  In fact,

it felt like ripping a bandaid off.
againandagainandagain.

If you love something, let it go yeah yeah we’ve heard this before.

But I don’t believe it always will comes back.

I just believe that suddenly you open up space in your life to invite something better in.

And so,
let go.

Let go so it doesn’t hurt as much.

Let go so you can prove yourself wrong.

Let go so you can realize you’re stronger than you think.

Let go so that when you really have to let go, you know how.

Let go so that you know what things you should appreciate,
what things you should not.

Let go so that your body can rest.

Let go let go let goletgo,
I cannot tell you enough times.

Let go.
 


 

Let
go

Stay, my storm.

Stay the storm. 

 

Stay, the storm,
because

the flowers can be deceiving. 

 

You run around in flowers all day and forget that soon the flowers will wither.

 

And while you were running they were withering and you weren't sustaining.
And then the storm hit.

 

So stay,
the storm.

Because the storm can be quite beautiful.

 

The storm can be so chaotic that we have no choice but to fight,
persevere,

and that’s when things happen. 

 

The storm is where we grow, the storm is where we feel, the storm is were we learn, the storm is quite beautiful.

 

It’s refreshing,       too,
the storm.

 

It’s tiring, sitting inside all day when the rain beats down. I don’t like the rain because the rain keeps me in.

But if we equip ourselves with what we need in order to persevere (even if it’s just rain boots and an umbrella),

 

we see that the rain is beautiful.

 

We see that the storm is helpful.

 

So stay, my storm.

 

Keep beating.

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And to my inspiration, thank you <3