If all things have a limit and a length,
A final moment and a nevermore,
Then who shall let us know upon whose house We have unwittingly now sealed the door?
not the first time i have turned around and walked out, without the realisation that i will never go back. and most times, if i have not left already, i am thinking of the moment when i can. because to leave is to be liberated, sometimes. because to leave can be a deeply humbling experience - the people whose lives seemed to revolve around mine, will go on. every day, those doors which were so familiar to me, will open and shut and will not wait for my footsteps. and me - the hours will follow each other, the days will change and life will take its course. every day, i wake up and i know that all i have to do is get through that one day. it is a strangely peaceful thought.
A final moment and a nevermore,
Then who shall let us know upon whose house We have unwittingly now sealed the door?
not the first time i have turned around and walked out, without the realisation that i will never go back. and most times, if i have not left already, i am thinking of the moment when i can. because to leave is to be liberated, sometimes. because to leave can be a deeply humbling experience - the people whose lives seemed to revolve around mine, will go on. every day, those doors which were so familiar to me, will open and shut and will not wait for my footsteps. and me - the hours will follow each other, the days will change and life will take its course. every day, i wake up and i know that all i have to do is get through that one day. it is a strangely peaceful thought.
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