Letting go...

I’ve burned all the memoirs from the dark days of my life, but I kept the ashes and put it in a mini urn.  531 days have already passed. 12 leaves from the calendar had fallen. 12,744 hours had run out. I think it’s time for me to scatter all those ashes and let the wind take it away from me. Maybe it’s a healing way of returning all the love and pain felt from yesterday’s twisted love story to nature and let the nature itself mend all the scars left behind.