"letting go doesn't mean giving up. it means moving on. it is one of the hardest things a person can do. starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. we feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. but as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. we are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. it means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so."

the day was long, and terrible.
marred by super duper bad backaches.
put off the thought of cabbing hm and took the long way hm.

the hour long journey was torturous.
i was unable t move ard freely,
and was unable t sit comfortably.
it was jst a helpless and aching hour t pass.
unable t think proper,
i fell into lalaland,
hoping t find some kind of solace.

the night was longer, and even more terrible.
roamed ard aimlessly.
its been long since i felt like this.
i thought i nvr have t feel so.
it was a very miserable walk.
no suitable one t talk t.
what engulfs' jst skyscrapers that simply dun convey anything but solitude.

but thats jst not what i want. what say you?