I believe the silence says enough on how much I have got to say. Chasing memories, faces and places that no longer seem to make a difference and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to understand the essence of anything anymore.
I’ve been running straight ahead and now my legs are numb and I’m out of breath but I can’t find the brakes and again I just don’t know why. Never once worried about the lefts or rights appearing aside but now the road seems never ending and I’m questioning the direction I’m heading but there’s no turning back.
So many questions yet I ran out of answers a long time ago and there’s no need to make anything up because I don’t fall for that crap, never have and never will. Maybe one day I’ll grow so numb and broken and tired and give up but that moment has never seem close nor does it now, not even with my heart racing, pumping out of my chest.
I’m not sure if I’m too worried of growing old so fast or growing old so fast because I worry too much. I hope time will tell.
