Looking Up

One year and three months, to the day, since all hell broke lose.
I will never forget. Today I wish I could.

And so I look up, try to replace that swelling of irrational fear of long-gone moments with appreciation of the beauty that surrounds me every day. Normally, this is not such a difficult task. I'm not sure why this day it has become so heavy.

They're just memories, you know. They can't hurt you unless you let them.

Look up.... keep looking up..... keeeeep looooooooking upppppppppp.