In this lifetime, in the now:
I take every song and replace every meaning until nothing reminds me of you. I make new memories, I live fully and accept it with no guilt. I forgive you time and time again, forgive myself for the hell I put me through.
I laugh and love freely, I take every hurt and turn them into reasons to keep me going.
I invent new versions of me that have never even heard of you, I wake up and dress myself in it until the skin feels like mine.
I achieve and become anew, I trust again and I am happy. I leave you behind in the old room full of fairytales whose morals I misunderstood, in a storage room full of things I outgrew, but led me to a path where all I see is all of the light that welcomes me.
I force my soul to believe that saving myself is not a crime. I yell at every fiber of my being that I move constantly away from my worst. I will become me: wounded pieces and all, but better, better, better – and I will be proud that I found her by myself.
