8/31/15
recovery isn't the flip of the blinds and letting the light inside.
it isn't the flick of a switch, things just don't get better instantaneously.
what recovery really is, is sifting through the sofa cushions for crumbs of courage and dimes of hope.
recovery is deliberately forgetting these giant chunks of life, these pieces of unwanted grasp that you never asked for.
but no matter how much you want the memories to evaporate, you cling to them, like dryer lint to black polyester.
once the ocean takes you under, the struggle to get back up is more painful than the fall into it.
