That time in your life, as small as a grain of sand, when you become heavy with thoughts of past troubles and pain-you let go. When the smile on your face appears with no effort at the thought of moving forward with everything you want out of this lifetime. When your passion for poetry becomes so big, you forgive all subjects of pain, you forgive all metaphors that still cry, you forgive all apologies unmade by ‘you’. You continue. You continue to walk with your body forward, nothing but strength pulling from some infinity of a thing called, heart. You continue because you have to. Because you know no other way to keep on living. Everything you believe becomes vulnerable to expansion and depth. You change. You continuously transform. And you remember why. You remember the purpose of a breath.