this too shall pass.

today: the first day of clarity. I no longer feel bound, shackled to the faint ghost of a one-way affair.

the first breath is the sweetest. the moment of clarity, of realisation. what will never be is merely a trickle in the tide, a whisper in the wind, sand on the shore.

insignificant. inconsequential. immaterial.

the rest comes naturally. it might take a week, perhaps a month, maybe two. but there is an end in sight. I can breathe again.

life goes on.