We are the sum of our past. Actions, decisions, success and failure.Carry it around like snails carry their houses.And some days the house is lighter, on others it’s heavy.On special days it’s immobilizing…
Wordless pain.Soundless one.Compensated by the thousand voices inside.Some whispering, some screaming.Others doubtful.Others convincing.The orchestra we house within makes beautiful music or a deafening noise, playing on the keyboard of events in our lives.
How can you get over an anniversary? Make a new one.Just like you replace flowers in a vase.