The Art of Letting Go

Today, the sight of the world has been very vivid in every human's eyes. The green leaves that are hung in the old acacia trees exhibited a wonderful painting - each containing a lurid chlorophyll pigment underneath its thin layers that captured everyone in the land. The residue of the rain the other day looked like a real river where one can clearly see his beautiful image. The grass danced lively and for the first time, I heard the wind's accompaniment to the singing of the birds where the grass is definitely getting its beat. And at that moment, I felt so alive. For these things reminded me of you and how you shifted my feelings into something new. 

But soon enough, the roughness of the ray that stroke my face refreshed me. Ah! I need to forget. Thoughts spilled in my head while needles embroidered my heart with a butterfly that is supposedly placed somewhere in my stomach. Then after a while of reckless thinking I knew that I need to be a butterfly that just flies when a flower's nectar is already occupied. It's hard. Harder than a rock. Harder than a metal. A lot harder than what physics can explain. Yet, I will embrace it. I will color it with the brightest colors so that I can still see myself making a real smile. I will sketch it with the finest charcoal so that every detail will be clean. I will love the decision of letting you go because it will calm me. However, if there'll be a time that your heart will lead back to mine again, I will be cautious. Because before that happens, my heart is already covered with a pure  canvas that will protect it from getting stains.