you can hold on to your demons,
clutching on to whatever has stayed with you the longest.
you can keep barely clinging on
to the edge of the cliff
that you desperately need to jump from.
sometimes you have to take risks.
you can hold on to the memories
and the moments that have long gone by.
you can grip on tight to the arm of a friend
who needs to leave
(or who you need to distance yourself from).
you can label yourself
and sort yourself into countless categories,
search for meaning in every article,
in every study,
search for the reasons you're this way.
you can think of yourself as
a raindrop or a hurricane or a butterfly
or anything you want yourself to be.
anything that comforts you.
but in the end
you have to
l e t g o
and
e x h a l e .

— "step into the daylight
and let it go."