Chapters

I never thought I'd let it get this far. I can hear myself screaming for the air, to let go of all the stories that were make believe.

Conversations with myself.

Running the race to reach the finish line. The race to something more and the images in mind of what we associate with the end of the race. Only it was never really my race.

I can only remember those times when life stood still, where the noise was my music. Rhythms were changed, and I didn't notice.

The more effort you put, the more effort is required. It was all a piece of the puzzle, some pieces hard to find. Whereas others sit on the edge where the rest of the puzzle kinda doesn't matter.

I thought I'd never forget, but I guess we're never reminded enough... to dare ourselves to laugh at it all.