Going to be posting my random poems here :D Life is paradoxical, the tighter we hold, the faster things slip away. We cling with careful hands, afraid of loss, yet it is that very grip that lets things fall. And only in the losing do we finally see what it meant to hold at all. So we learn, slowly, to hold with open hands, to hold on loosely, to love without fear. Because some things stay not when we grasp them, but when we let them breathe.