Certain realizations can be a dangerous accomplishment. For me, that it’s impossible to run from the things that hurt you the most. Physical wounds are torturous, but they heal. And bad days are only a day long. But when it comes to those events, and those emotional traumas, the worst part, and what will always be the most painful, is the memory. Not even tears, screams, or sleepless nights can alleviate the ache from a memory, though there seems to be no cure except those. But a pain that begins in your head grows in your head and plants it’s claws deep. Once the thought bubbles in the mind, it expands and festers until depression ensues, or some incredibly impressive distraction.

And when you realize that no matter how far of a distance you put between where you started and where you end up, the feelings remain the same. It’s an eternal burden, a weight that pulls at the heart as it sighs heavier and sinks deeper. I’m currently 500 miles away from my home, desperately looking for rest from certain thoughts, and even memories from dreams can re-break my heart.

Some say that with maturity comes that ability to let go. But what if you’re not being asked to let go? and something needs to let go of you?

How much time will that take.