𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 & 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. Smiling like I have a secret. Amused yet kind. I would like to leave in peace.
𝘖𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 & 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺. I would like to leave without worrying about what I leave behind.
𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. Because my journey has been a solo one & to carry something out would be to chain myself to the past. Even if it is a bond of love. I would like to leave all things behind without tatters.𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. When I leave, I would like to go forth drawn by curiosity, not need. Where I leave, I’d like to take what is mine & have that be a bigger self than I came in with.
𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. I would like to have learnt & not have that learning become rigidity. I would like to carry knowledge lightly, as feathers, not shackles. Or even as waves, coming to me in reminders & leaving to find their own destinies.
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺. Because pomp & show are for those not yet ready to let go. I want no echoes to ring after I’m gone, no legacy or scars. Save a wavering memory & maybe a few lessons.I would like to leave this way.