So I had a dream I packed up and moved here ^ again. I can’t get it out of my mind. Things were different. I was different.
I’m completely torn in two. Sometimes I miss so much it’s unbearable. I stay busy. I stay active. I keep moving. Everything is okay.
One thing tilts my world again. I question everything. I’m unsettled. I make stupid choices when I’m unsettled. There will be repercussions, there always is, but when will they hit and how hard.
Then I stop and think. Maybe I’ll just check out, disappear. What am I running from, better yet, what am I running to?