Leave Me

When you encounter it, there is a draw. Like a passionate ex. You know it’s over but there is a longing that you cannot deny.


You know it so well. The power it holds. The promise of joy, of peace, of escape. So often you reached for it in your times of need and always it was there, soothing your tortured soul.


It came in so many different forms. Sometimes it made you laugh, sometimes it wrapped itself around you as you broke down in tears.


Today you just want it to keep its distance - to leave you be. It is so hard to be true to yourself in the face of all that the world throws your way. Couldn’t it have decency to leave you alone for a while?


It is, after all, dry January.

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