Solregn

3 years, 3 trips back, 30 years. saturn returns. full circles and full capacity. beyond it. what remains? how far do you go, before you realise what you want, does not want you back? im so proud that i would die for love, it is the most beautiful thing about me. i give it my all. i stay. i believe. i fight.

but after that, what remains? thinking of how much pain this has caused me, it can not be ignored. it can not be helped. but maybe, with time, it can be healed. what remains is a painted image of a crazy girl, because men are always believed, never women(the deliberate tuning out of who was in power, who abused, who was never held accountable). what remains is a broken heart, but at least partially mended. what remains is the horrible truth : of betrayal, loss, manipulation, all that was not fair.