The sun will soon rise above the shadows.
I close my eyes.
The wind blows.
Chills spread all over my body.
My thoughts spin.
As a fallen leaf takes multiple paths before reaching the ground,
so does the mind.
Peace must be reached.
The world stands still.
It’s almost time to make my move.
I cannot go back.
There is no escaping the present.
My brain begins to run wild, again,
like it never learned its lessons.
I’m sitting on the edge of what I used to be,
and what I could be.
I’d rather be alone,
where the wild things are,
in the comfort of familiarity.
I wish for solitude.
Back to reality.
My body, shaking,
trusting my own heartbeat.
In the midst of life,
smelling fumes and seeing boxes.