abigail_and_bean

Old clothes that don’t fit anymore – 

they seem like they are calling your name,  

to hold on to them, forever and more,

to be loved, to be used, to stay.  

But eventually, you must let go.

remember the first time you stood on a stage

a vivid spotlight flickering down on you,

as you opened your mouth and started to sing?

remember the first time you stepped into dance class

lacing on your pink ballet shoes,