Oh you restless mind, you are lying in a growing field of new and exciting impressions. Why do you have to keep searching for fractured memories of nearly forgotten moments until the wounds bleed the feeling of hurt again?
Oh you relentless mind, be calm, be still. Let the past whisper its beauty and let it go with the wind. If you are quiet enough you will hear the silent promises of the future that are meant to be fulfilled as much as they are meant to be broken. Let the enchantment of uncertainty fill you and look forward to everything beautiful that will follow.