There are several books out titled something around the lines of "things fall apart".
For my piece of mind I'd like to think that for the most part things stick together.
Sometimes it takes a while for us to realize that despite the ups and downs & back and forths of living, resilience is abundant.
Scared that once I have let things fall there down for good…its easy to forget to…
1. To let my hands uncover my eyes
2. To release the breath I’ve been keeping inside my lungs as if I let it go it might never come back
3. To let the lump in my throat become the tears it is destined to be.
And then it goes,
it falls, out the eyes and down the face.
Sorrow, anger & fear escape in the form of salty liquid.
And in most incidents, when it’s over things are still in tacked!
Books are still waiting to be read, papers to be written, there is music to be heard, dances to be danced, there are classes to attend, and people to love and be loved by.
So, things stick together until they don’t for the moment of temporary collapse; then they stick together again.
Tip:
Recycled emotional debris can build beautiful normalcy ( and art).
