Sense

Sometimes, you must leave
Not necessarily from your home, your city, or your land 
But from memories…
You must leave in such a way that it feels as if you were never there.
And perhaps only after your absence will your presence finally be felt,
Your being truly understood.
Because sometimes, staying is merely the repetition of being forgotten 
While leaving becomes the beginning of being remembered.

You are wonderful, dear friend, good luck.

Thank you for your constant support my friend 🌹