It’s never the right place, and the time is never right. I walk down many streets and every place reminds of another, every waking moment I look anxiously forward to the next, to getting out of this endless, exhausting loop. Once I fell in the wrong spot, once I got off the path that made me happy, with every step I feel I go further away.
So now I wonder, where do these two paths cross, the restless with the peaceful. That’s where I should be. Here is where I am, in my very own Loop of wrong.
- The sheets were blank. I saw myself reflected in them.
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