walk away. let it go. forgive. scream it out from the roof of the tallest building; this city your compassionate savior. write it away until you have no ink left. then find more and write some more. play it jazz and subtle and crimson until the blues quit and leave. chant a morning prayer until the sun comes home. jump. fall. invoke the monsoons with your tears. play ring-around-the-rosie with your friend like you're 5 years old again. dance to feel closer to trees.

this is the truth: that this universe is unfolding as it should. what happens is meant to happen. cyclically, everything comes into and walks out of our lives: seasons, emotions, events, relationships. Simlar to the journey of water in palm is the journey that anything has, which transpires through us. Stop questioning. Be.