When you've had too much...

There are times when you know you have gone in a direction that is a one way street. There are things in life that, once seen, you cannot recover from. There are places in the mind and heart that die. There are places in the soul that once exposed, shrink and wilt from the poison. There are hairs that turn grey and fall out. There are cells in your body that dissolve when in contact with the river of pain that was formed when your dreams split in half from the earthquakes in your heart. There is no turning back. It's a one way street. You go forward and as you move, the walls behind you close and the street disappears. You leave one place and arrive at another. Here, you hope, maybe you can find a home for your soul, a place of rest. You sit down and thank the powers above that there exists another dimension, another time. And you wonder if maybe one day you will forget and your memory will be erased and that those moments of déjà vu will feel warm and safe, like you're coming home.

~Yasaman Nafisi