The greatest love I ever had was the love I could not see. When I felt detached I thought it a dream and fought to see what I could not feel.
But I forgot in all the time I searched to see, I was losing the feeling inside of me. And looked to fill the emptiness with a veil of pretentious.
This whole thing isn’t about moving forward in so much as it is letting go. We can’t take it with us if it ain’t us. Accepting that pains us.
We know better when we get here. Then we forget. Then we remember. We go back. Then come back and then realize we can’t take it back with us.
You don’t know gut wrenching pain until you realize you separated yourself from GodSpirit. But to hear your ancestors did the same. Forgive it.