I asked myself last night why it was so difficult to move on in life.
Why was it difficult to kill a moment...a date...a time...a letter....a photograph...a conversation...a video...a feeling...the touch...the pain...the joy...Yes, it is difficult to kill a memory.
Yes, it is difficult to kill something you gave birth to, nurtured for years, gave so much of yourself to- including a huge chunk of your thoughts, feelings and emotions and something that had become a part of you.
It is difficult to kill something inside you.
It is difficult but it has to be done because if you don't kill it, it will kill you- slowly but surely.
