It's like I just lost control of it.
The night my heart was given permission to remember.
It was allowed to dream.
It was allowed to break loose out of its chains.
It was allowed to yearn, to believe...
It went crazy.
It wouldn't sleep.
Why is it that sometimes we have to literally force ourselves to slow down to appreciate the present? Society throws so much at us all at once and it’s so easy to fall into the trap of trying to keep up.
But the thing is, why do we feel the need to “keep up”? I mean…keep up with who? And for what?
