I need to find stability before I lose my anchor.

My pen has run dry.

My ears are tired of hearing the same old things.

I wanted to escape repetition, but I am afraid that life will only repeat itself.

I miss the ones I have lost, and I miss not having to care.

Life seemed so much easier when I could disconnect; and yet it only led to the bottom.

Too much is up in the air.

I need stability before I lose my anchor.

I am a scared child with a backpack, ready to head out into the world.

This time though, I don't have my vices.

This time, I get to do this completely alone.

All I am going to say is this.
Within the past few days I have realized how truly alone I am. And how I don't really have a choice but to move ahead.Regardless of the fear, the uncertainty, and the doubts, I have to prove that I can find my way in the darkest of corridors.

And I will.