Human emotions are fickle, how can we throw around forever as if it's ours to give.
Maybe we live in cycles, maybe we're just the period at the end of a sentence.
A breath in the wind of a word left unsaid.
I miss when I was uncaring, forgave at a whim. Love came as easy as the words were said. Now I know, now I know.
It can be but it must be as it is. Accept for what I see, feel it.. and let it go when the time comes & Feel what comes after, for in feeling comes release from burdens unbidden.