They told me to let it go.
But I don’t really understand it.
How can I wrap up all my feelings, pain and thoughts and pretend it is all in a ballon and let it fly away?
How? Will I be okay after?
Balloons can burst, don’t you know that?
If that is the case, will hell break loose again?
They told me to let go, but I told them that holding on can sometimes discover answers to the questions we’ve been seeking.