I feel I've given it up. I've stepped away. This impossible life consuming dream. So slowly. One step at a time. Let me leave it all behind. Walking away. Movie montogue, slow motion, everything laid out before my eyes, so very clear, yet covered with a haze. Nothing unexpected, but so very suprising. Never thought I would make it this far. I'm doing all the things I always knew I should, but never thought I had the strength to do. Every healing step hurts, a sharp penetrating cry of pain. Getting better every day. The harsh biting wind in my face dries salty tears and earses marks left from the past. I lean into this breeze, its coming from the direction of my future. Another step. Making progress. Less and less do I feel the pull from behind and stronger and stronger is the gentle coast foward. I smile more. I am angry less. I stumble, true, but I get up again. Just one more step.

-kln-

I will not forget the place where I am from.
Some people come into your life and quickly go, others stay and leave footprints on your heart and you are never the same.