Sandy took so much, but nothing irreplaceable from me or those close to me. Some will see all that's gone, pick up, and move on.
But sand in the streets is a clean slate to play all over again. We have to choose to move ahead and be happy on the roads we're on, the ones we chose miles back. Looking back too often, too long is only gonna call old ghosts, old hurts back to us. Let em wander off, and find where they need to be, to finally rest when their time comes. We deserve to be truly happy, to step from betwixt mirrors that never really truly show us or our true beauty as whole people.
this is said for my sake as well. It's been a long abyssmally dark tunnel and I'm still alone, but my eyes have adjusted and I think the light ahead is getting nearer and brighter.
10:42 p.m. - 2012-12-06