something.

something.

Date Unknown [found in a .txt collection from Jan 2006]

Leaving the love behind I feel like the past is chasing me down with an axe, ready to render me unable to get away from the truth of the matter – I don’t know him well enough yet. And yet my instinct is telling me to go ahead and just do it, let it run as it is but I’m split between that and wanting to know, wanting a plan.