Follow @vilas_bhosale_ for more ... From an early age I struggled to let go of things that wouldn’t stay. I was always guilty of holding on too tightly, of falling into the fear of being alone. I think this poem is a reminder to myself, as much as it is a cautionary tale. I understand the importance - the beauty - in letting go, but I can’t tell you how to do it. My forearms have always ached from holding on just a little longer than I should. (at Pune, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZYeNiPJJ-X/?utm_medium=tumblr


















