You often thought you knew things. You never do, but no one does. Truth is only a moment and in the next, it is a lie. Such is life. Move on and forget it, take the new truth, run.
And what have we now? Loss of health, loss of material things, loss of a comforting environment. My body hurts from hard work, my heart hurts from grief. I need to forget about it all. Material doesn't matter, I'll start over with new doctors, and I'll make the most of the new little home with it's tall ugly grey wall by the highway. Tidy up the shabby tiny yard space. Erase my memories of my past decor themes and redecorate. New hobbies. New focuses. Nothing matters. Nothing matters.
When something bad happens to me, I try to think of the pain as a tool--this hurt is developing me. This is shaping me and helping me to grow as a person even though I cry and want to scream. I've lost everything now but my immediate family. That scares me because I don't want them to be next. But I can't think like that. Anyhow, it hurts a lot and I'm going to change and nothing will ever be the same.
Cast it aside, let it go. These withered old leaves, the green ones too, it's time to pluck them. Erase erase erase





























