… picking up pieces of what could have been but will never be makes one hold close to what one can still see.
But isn’t that the crux of loss that we fight? Can’t see… never again will. How does one fathom this reality that’s truer than time?
Cracked, broken, smudged… it’s true things will never be the same. But perhaps that’s because they were never meant to change.
Loss is inspiring,
it leaves you feeling numb yet strong enough to remember that all is still not lost.