And if there are moments that will forever be recorded in our memory? And if there are people we will love for an eternity? And what about songs with dedications that always remind us of someone? Or the patterns of discussions that seem to haunt us? The letters that are still kept with fear of forgetting?
How does the heart force itself to let go when it has made home a place that destroys it?
And how do you let go of what hurts you but also makes you happy? When is pain enough? When is it time to let go? When is it time to get over?
A puzzle that is lacking patterns. Colors that do not harmonize, pieces that do not fit. Instructions not read due to ignorance, and the idea of knowing everything. An image harmed by lack of knowledge,