Maybe I’ll move to Mexico.
Maybe I’ll find myself
just to lose myself
and then find myself again.
Maybe this is the time to pursue destiny
and not stay stuck in the comfortable.
Maybe this is when I start a whole new chapter, or
maybe it’s an entire book.
Maybe endings are actually beginnings
and heartbreaks chances for healing.
Maybe I’m not walking away
but walking towards,
forward,
moving closer to happiness
than I’ve ever been.
Maybe mind can remind heart of reality
and maybe the only way to move on
is to move through it.
