To think of giving someone what I hold dearly is anathema to me. Yet right now I feel I did just that. And right now I really wish this to last.
This feelings that I had in me. Which I nurtured while disdained at the same time has been taken away. Or so I feel. Maybe I'll snatch it back. Maybe I won't. Think of Gollum and his little "Precious". But right now I feel lighter and dare to dream. I too can fly.
Sometimes you just need to to let go. Even if it takes decades of failure. Remember it, especially if it wasn't your's to begin with.
To let go of vices such as selfishness, envy, lust, hatred may seem impossible. Their talons are soo deeply into you that you carry them with you. You live yes. But they rip you and tear you from within.
So yeah. I gave that which I held dear. It's sheen had me spinning like a fly. Only to fall, fly up and spin again. Transfixed. Mesmerised.
For now I have hope. With hope faith. And with faith salvation.
