Not really a revelation. I am not who I should be. I am not what I should be.
This will not last.
So it took too long to realize, too long to work out.
I lost you a long time ago.
I lost you more than once.
I can’t give words to how that feels.
So it’s too late. Too little. Too long gone.
This isn’t for you anymore. This isn’t for anyone.
It’s because it’s right.
Revelations. Laid down by the waters, given up to the currents.
The past is let go because it doesn’t determine my future
The lessons are learned, the present is moving forward
for the first time in a long time, moving towards something
Something different, something by necessity better than what came before
Something that should be shared