Well, it’s finally time. To let go, to let loose and look forward to a different tomorrow. I’m leaving the beautifully accessible 9th floor unobstructed view to go to a bigger apartment, yet constricted. It’s for my father’s comfort so, no(t many) complaints.
There are many amazing (and heartbreaking and painful) memories in this room for me. Many amazing moments, the clouds, the storm photographs, the howling winds… that one afternoon with jazz and drizzling rain. The silent screams of agony and the misery of that one book that tore my heart out.
But, like all memories, some are best left in the past, and some we carry in our hearts, so we can begin again for an unburdened future.
And that is what I leave with. As much as I would prefer to be stoic and claim that I am not sentimental and nothing deters me… at heart I’m a poet and I am human. Us poets have little else but sentiment to drive us. And humans are made to feel.
I hope there’s something better in tomorrow. I hope.
It. Starts. Now. 