Moving On.

"You say you know how it feels inside of me
Lost and alone with no love or luxury
Come on inside
And hear the silence constantly judging me
Don't you think you should move on?"
-Love and Luxury-Korn

Move on. Simple, right?

To purge the mind of memories past, of unsatisfied desires, of unrequited love...
To let the experiences fall from once-tightly clutched hands that have opened. And they spill like grains of sand, everywhere.

I don't want to let go; I want to hold on to everything.

And what if it was never reality, just a desire yearning to be sated...?

Insecure? Most likely. Pathetic? Probably, but hopefully not.

Or simply, alone.