Delete.

The last piece of what was - something I had been holding on to, despite all my efforts to let go of everything else. I want to thank you, for giving me no choice but to just let go of the edge I'd been hanging off of...so committed to holding on by just a finger. Enough to have a glimpse in to something I wasn't a part of. And as I free fall into something new I can't help but look up and hope that whatever path you take, it leads you to somewhere better. As I look up, I see that I held on to long and every other part of me was already waiting at the bottom. I don't know, and I don't want too - because maybe I was wrong, and it was always me after all who couldn't forget. "When I'm falling I'm in peace, it's only when I it the ground it causes all the grief"