Stop there, Breathe.For a while you need to leave, live.Stop pushing your face into that photo calledpast, stuck in the photo frame of time. Stopscratching your heart, give the wound time toheal. For i know, when the photo frame fallsdown, the broken pieces of glass fall apart,just like memories. But no, you want to keepit to the chest, close to your heart. You knowyou shouldn't but you're too coward to let go.It keep sucking your heart, into a black holeof muddy memories. Making you a darkshattered soul, incapable of finding solace.So stop. For a while let's just live. Let's justbreathe. Let's just love ourselves, for it's youwho need it the most.
