Life has a strange way of moving on.
Sometimes we move on with it, sometimes it’s as if we’re
stuck
feet planted
standing still
while the world blows by like a gust of wind…
And time passes and hearts harden
sometimes it’s hard to detangle the mess of roots of hurt,
boarded up by confusion,
feeding on disillusion.
Time passes. But we’re not better we’re worse.
Sometimes the hardest decision is trying to figure out if
I need to go back to who I was
(or thought I was) – like I somehow lost truth along-the-way.
OR
If I don’t need to go back at all, but instead, I need to be
made completely new.
Because most times, you can never go back.
You either sit, stay and wallow or go forward.
