Spent a lot of time in limbo, yourself as parts of something, that has never really been whole .. you can see it all together but it never has been.. some parts are crumbling to the touch, even the thought, and are begging to be let go, released after all these years
Some parts have already died.
Some parts are begging for a chance to survive, given a chance to shine.
And some parts just want to get away from the limelight. be reserved and packed away neatly, only to be the company of those who will value them, handle them with care, fold them nicely and place them back where they were. Maybe check on them from time to time.. but they just don't want to be disturbed.
But in limbo, where nothing is connected, a part of a whole, no one piece has a designated role, everything is free flowing, no rhyme or reason, any piece can be at the forefront at any time .
The good, the bad, the ugly. The highs, the lows.
And because there's a place for nothing, nothing is in place.
Identify each piece. Give each a name.
Decide who goes, decide who remains.
Decide who needs to change, decide who stays the same.
Just take some time to make each of these pieces have a purpose, and eventually, you'll be whole.
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