From within my own heart I have let go of the lies that tied down my feet.
This morning wasn't as simple as I believed it would be; in fact, I forget of the event entirely. When I thought back to the previous premise, a bitter aftershock is what stained my thoughts. I contemplated calling out to you but I haven't spoken a word in months. Not even to a stranger have I expressed this raw insight that surrounds each corner of this very room that I am typing this in.
I can't help but wonder, was this a moment of weakness; was it a decision based off the internal demolition that I am starting to tire of?
I cannot answer that now but I cannot turn around.