Each dying moment has carved out a pathway to happiness. I have wept so much that my face has gained a luminous grace. Can you tell this, sitting on the other end of the phone, scrolling through my May-Day statuses? Can you sense the distance between these two states—"I wish I could just die right now!" and "I'm so happy I could die right now!"? Though what's the use of understanding, tell me! If you understood, you'd want to love me, you'd want to hold me close! Why would you trap yourself by loving me in this sorrow! I know this is what they call holding back. No one will pull you from behind anymore. You are given your freedom.
Liberation from the Pull of the Past
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