I want to say that it begins again, but it hasn’t really felt like it ever stopped. It hasn’t stopped in a while now. I’m going and going. Everyday I move faster than the day before. I

I rather get ahead then wait. I know it’s coming, I know that I’ll have to do it at some point. I might as well do it now while I have the time. While I’m already in

It’s clear as day now. I am who I am, and I’m no longer the same. Who I used to be is a pull, but it’s no longer the way. The way is forward, even if that

I mean I say I don’t want this to end, but sometimes I find myself asking when will it end. It’s a tough balance to figure out. Maybe what I need isn’t to figure anything out, maybe