Your dispassionate dismissal of the moment presses you back towards traumas once withstood, scars left untended.
Sometimes, you want nothing more than a return to this past. One that is both terrifying and familiar, destructive and comfortable.
Yes, there can be no relief without some walking back. But have you willingly exchanged today’s benign indifference for yesterday’s broken glass?
Shed no more tears for what might have been