Everyday I think about packing some stuff and leaving.
Drive somewhere far and never look back.
I don't belong here.
Ever since I noticed the pain of reality I have always wanted to run.
My soul needs new people, new experiences, new scenery.
A new self.
Healing is a process and there are drawbacks.
Wounds can get infected even with the tiniest of bacteria.
Delaying the process of health.
Every opened wound I have is infected.
But one that was almost life threatening finally left a fresh scar.
Sometimes I can feel it tear a little.
Knowing that in any given. moment it can easily rip right opened scares me.
I wish I could put a bandaid on it and call it good.
I wish it was that easy.