I feel as if the future I had planned is slipping through my grasp, more so than ever before. I knew coming back would be an adjustment, I just never imagined I would have so much difficulty morphing back into my old life. Perhaps it is because I am no longer who I was, ever slightly different, maybe even with an everlasting scar that I will forever need to hide. Time stands still as I take another breath and not even closing my eyes shoos the demons away. I find that as always, I am alone. Stranded by my own accord, her promise, and their unwillingness to see past the superficial. The road ahead is paved with potholes and is shrouded in a mist of fog. The people by my side vanish into thin air, and I am left with nothing but my shadow and that same old stupid grin on my face.
