Set me free...leave me be...
There are things that you don't move on to...my "things" are you.
It is not the relationship that we used to have that I can't move on for; it is the aftermath when you have left me in the cold.
The cold still lingers, I still can feel the icy air creeps along the column of my spine. When my fragile strength dissipates, my hands gets clammy and shaky; my throat dries up and I heave my own breath.
It was the cold; trying to pull me back on its gravity. Set me free...leave me be...
I have been surviving and living at my most as much as I can. I opened my eyes and have seen sunshine countless of times. No doubt it I have lived my life the way I always wanted it. I just wish the cold would stop coming, it always knocks me out when I am defenceless. It's keeping my heart the way it is now.
So that's the only thing I couldn't move on from.
I am learning to accept that cold is a part of who I am. In my steep breaths, I may struggle but I know I never stopped breathing. When I am knocked down, I still hold my stance and resort to fighting position.
So the cold is my biological reminder to NEVER say "I can't do this anymore."
Playlist: Gravity by Sara Bareilles
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