I’m walking. I’ve been walking. But somehow I am in the same spot that I started at.
I’m tired. So tired. Have I really been walking? I haven’t made any progress. I have been pushing myself towards my destination for what feels like centuries and it’s as if I’m growing farther from my goal instead of approaching it.
As I take a deep breath all of the significant memories begin to pour out of me and I begin to drown in them.
One day I will make it out of this sea of memories that you left me with. One day I will walk and I won’t grow tired. One day I will see progress. One day, you won’t enter my mind. Because I will no longer let you. And that is my destination.