I need a reason to let go because until now the interventions and lullabies have lacked the luster to incite me to loosen this grip. I am holding on through release and calling you back in silence. This time I feel I'm just not getting through but by the end of these designated days, hopefully these arms will no longer be empty. Each night, it doesn't end soon enough. Days pass by in a blur of slow moving seconds. They cannot go by fast enough, and would the nights just go faster. By the end of the week, I hope I'm asking them to slow down. I fooled you all when I made it sound like I was more than ready to let go of myself. I'm trying to find truth, I say, but I found it in you and I feel like I've been losing you. That's all it is.