You would think, I would think...
that the preserved complete would be a too strong reminder, a doorway into total defeat. You would think, I would think... that each conscious and unconscious return might bring me down crashing to the ground. You would hope, I would hope.... that the memories would be a steady thread, a piece with which I could remind my head... of the light, of the "could be"s. But the unravelling, the unburdening, the knowing way I choose to say "let me be" has shown a greater beauty, a better way.
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