Afraid to be stagnant, I'll keep moving. With distance as my own personal goddess, the objects that once towered over me can now be crushed by the tips of my fingers. The street lights of the city will pass and so will the relationships and friendships that once shaped the landscape around me. I can't put all of them in my pockets, but they will remain as impressions much like those left on a celluloid strip. Their fragmented replays occasionally sting-- unexpectedly like when the elementary school nurse told you that your first vaccine would "sting" but instead made you tear. But the truth is that they're always worth the admissions ticket.
Who knows, maybe I'm just running around in circles. That's fine... I just hope the place that I'm heading for, wherever that may be, is a better place.
I'm sure it is.
