Onward. My decision to come back home was rushed. Only to find I had nothing. Only to find a sense of opportunity. This is where I will screw up. This is what I had unplanned everything important to me. Comfort wrapped around my fingers, but I delay the thought of grasping will when it's close. Once upon a time there was room to capture everything, but recently I mixed up a lot of what i can't live up to. Even if it's not my fault. Keeping a center of how I can impact a life is beyond me. Debating choices so that someone will grow to appreciate. Transfigure. Adapt to how we are. How we operate is so precious. So precious. So careful. Another step in the past amounts to nothing. Memories are better off dead, and always forgotten.
released May 12, 2015
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