As always
There’s something I can’t walk out of
As much as I want to
The thoughts go backwards.

Because history, is comforting in its familiarity.
The future, is uncertainty, uncharted territory.

Governed by the gravity of my bagguage, and it seems like everything that happens is always an inevitable addition to its mass.
Dread. This is what it is.
I have gotten tired of dragging it around, to making it look as if there was nothing chained to me.
 I had to keep moving. Even if it was biting into me, grounding me.

And I know all too well this is all in me.
Who’d say they knew how this feels?