Would it be too contradictory to say that I'm breathing a sad sigh of relief?
With every passing day I seem to be snipping away another anchor that's been making me immobile. With every "last" I seem to be able to breath a little more. Because people are leaving, and it's sad, but they're showing me that I can do it. That it's going to be good. That something so seemingly painful may be exactly what I need. I still feel like I'm running out of time, but I think that I'm actually just in time to make everything exactly the way it should be. Most people have had to face this situation, and some may look back with regrets and longing. But we won't have to long for anything. We've done it right. The mess is gone.
When it comes to letting go
Let the quicksand flow
When I write it in the sand
There is something wrong
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past