SometimesSometime's it's okay to let go.No, no. Not let go of something finally tangible in our shaking fingers. To watch it drift away into the stitched sky. Or watch something not finished yet walk away through pained eyes and swallowed goodbyes. It's different.Sometimes it's taking down those stone walls that have surrounded our warmth until it was nearly gone. It's letting the tide of feelings wash over us. Letting it soak through every vein and fill every inch of our lungs. Careful. Don't breathe too deep; it may be hard to inhale and exhale what's been hiding.The feelings that rise up like the shadow of a storm rolling in and engulf