The Act of Letting Go
Now I know there are a lot of people worse off than me. Some people probably think i have it pretty good. And hell, i might be exaggerating. But what if I’m not?
What if I untie the knot that keeps my fingers crossed and tell you something real?
A container can only hold so much until the capacity overwhelms the container and keeps it from being sealed. Therefore, there’s only a certain amount of space that can be consumed until it is all used up, right?
Well, in a different and more straight forward example, think of my head as a container. And i fill this container with whatever crosses my mind. So for every possibility six scenarios chase each other like cat and mouse along with my emotions inside my container of a head.
But like i said, it can only hold so much. The only way to fix it is letting go of some of the things you’d probably be better off without anyway. But i don’t want to let go.
So light the fuse and close your eyes. There’s no turning back tonight.
(2013)
I had a lot on my mind when i wrote this. So it might be all over the place.
