Everywhere I go, I end up here. Again at the crossroads of a journey long forgotten. I go, go, go; yet it plagues me. It’s the stuff that fills the 3am time slot, the stuff that makes tears (both ways it seems). No matter how hard I try, I keep finding it, even though I’m trying my hardest not to. Plagues are supposed to come and go, yet the only one going is me.
Perhaps it’s time I stopped trying, and started letting go.