#70v3
Letting go is not a single act
it is art made in fragments.
Like tearing a beloved photograph
Pixel by pixel
until smile fades.
It begins with silence,
the kind that grows like moss
over memory.
You stop correcting their name
when people ask.
You stop replaying the what-ifs
like your breath depends on them
It is an unlearning
of their laugh, their scent,
their rhythm when they walked away.
You erase them
not with fire,
but with absence.
There's no applause in this gallery.
No frame for your pain.
Just the brushstroke of each
morning
where you choose not to look back.
You start to fill your lungs with now,
to water seeds you almost forgot
to plant.
You realize your heart
was never meant to be a museum
of people who left,
but a garden
for who you're becoming.
Letting go isn't moving on
it's moving in.
into yourself.
into peace.
into the blank space
where you finally
begin again.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC