Lines. They're all around us.
You either cross them or stand behind em.
If you're lucky, you might even be able to feel the moment you're standing exactly on it... the feeling doesnt last long though, so you either find yourself over it or still behind it.
Can you count how many times you've crossed the line?
Sometimes you can go back, but most of the time, you can't.
Leaving that old life behind is never easy...it's even harder when you continue living it and you dont want to.
It's not always bad to go past that boundary, nor stay in the same position.
Unlike most though, familiarity makes me, personally, anxious for more.
The duality of this past event is going to make me and break you.
Falling off,
landing soft,
climbing back up.
If it is the point of no return, will you be with me in the uncertain?
Should I feel bad for asking a question that can't be answered with words...
Later Days
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