Hard to move forward when I can't predict what's heading for me.I need to keep moving. I need to progress. I don't want to be here again, in the same place I've been for the last two decades. But when I don't know what might come for me tomorrow, I'm unsure of how to brave the storm.
Time looks very strange... when you miss so much of it.I was recently looking into the past. People I once knew. Places I had once been. It all looks so foreign now. So strange and discomforting. Where have I been while the world sped by?
