Why dwell on the past?
What is it keeping you safe and warm and comfortable?

BREAK OUT
FREAK OUT
At least that feeling of losing it is true. True to you.
And afterwards doesn't it feel so much better?

Like you've been swimming in crisp clear water, smooth and supple like the curve of the first plump breast you wrapped your eager hands around.

Or

Like the cleansing shower after an hour and a half of a 109 degree hot yoga session, after the epsom salt bath and of course a handsome sip of your libation of choice.

My skin and mind are alive with electric curiosity thinking about it.

The liberation of moving on from the past.
The difficulty in moving on--continuing your life while the scars never fade.
You do it because you have to.

The morning dew is only there as a reminder of how everyday can be a rebirth.
Never is the same dew birthed dwelling on the exact same solitary blade of grass, barely visible in the ebony chill of dawn.
The earth drinks up the moisture while what's left melts away into the universe, into time, and into nothingness.

How does this not represent our lives and the metaphysical melting of our yesterdays pains and sorrows?

What about regrets?
We hold on because it's easy to put the blame on someone else. It's someone else's fault we didn't make a change sooner.
Wait, what?

We're afraid of diving into unknown waters.
You don't have to hold onto the dark romance of your past.

Together, we can stay fresh.