kitsch

I was thinking how sometimes it's easy to hold onto things for too long and what a heartache that is. Maybe there is security in pain, a sort of contentment in lack of control. Sometimes the most triumphant moments are so ordinary, to question its significance would seem like folly.

And with one word, one gesture, one thought, the moment is gone.

Oh, but the absence of its silent weight! It would be a rarity for anyone else to notice; besides, nothing really changes except a lighter breath, a more reassuring smile, a peaceful wink of slumber, a more confident thought of the future.

Yesterday I finally threw mine away in a trashcan outside of a gas station in Jefferson City.