It is both blessing and a curse that life doesn’t allow me to stay here for too long or too often for that matter. If I did, I’d get attached to the place and the people here. And I’ve seen all too well where that leads. I am not running away from anything. Just not running into anything either. Just running, not knowing where the run will end. Guess I’ll surprise myself in the end.
Meanwhile, everything I’m not attached to, and the things I could so easily leave behind, reminds me of all the things that I could be cherishing. I’m missing the opportunity of finding out, or what could’ve been if only. Terrified to do so. Why is this even a big deal, why does it hurt to feel so much.
She Was Sea 