Sitting back I take a long deep breath of the still air around me, hold it & release.
Where did I go wrong?
Why am I here & not there?
"You are in charge of your own fate" I tell myself, "It's your own damn fault."
Memories begin to fill my mind like tiny bubbles floating around, fragments of faces, feelings, thoughts... nostalgia of the thousands of days behind me.
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