Walking….. Walking….. Walking…. never getting to where I need to be. Stranded in all the same places. leaving, coming, going what is it, what am I doing?

All I see is this long dark path, long creepy path that reminds me of home. As scary as I might be I feel a comfortable numbness to this place. I need to get out, I need to get away. I can’t get away I shouldn’t this is what I am what I’ll always be nothing more than the end.