I let pictures speak the thousands of words I can barely bring myself to utter; words fail when memories prevail.
All I remember was a feeling of "I can't do this anymore." If I'd stayed, I would've died a little bit inside...
I don't know what I was so afraid of — What I was trying so hopelessly to run away from.
I was offered a few brief moments of respite when I fell asleep on the train and then in the car, but the second I awoke all my senses were on fire. I wasn't where I should've been, but it was too late to turn the car around. I'd just stepped out, I was being introduced to everyone; a new place, new faces.
I could've changed my mind. I could've said: "Sorry, I made a bad decision. I need to go back." I didn't.
I had time on my hands, and I let it slip away like pure grains of fine sand.
I told myself this was what I wanted; it was what I needed.
I just needed time...
Hours later, I tried to buy it back, but it couldn't be bought.
Time was spinning off its own axis, and I was losing my grip.
The seconds ticked by, and there I was, begging the stars to take me back...
When I woke up the next morning, I hopped on the first train home.