relocated. such a different tempo to work with. adjustments & the lack there of. daydreams of restarting. yet, at times, dreams of reliving. only two things could take out my knees & keep me from running. on the left, the ghost that haunts me. time passes into mountains. i cannot scale, yet there's this feeling, i can't explain, but it feels like there's something missing. someone knows something i don't. to the right, could it be worth my own sanity? after all, this is the one that made me see it differently. we're dragging our feet, avoiding who knows. i'm waiting for something to happen. i'm willing to turn hard at this fork in the road. do something.
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