storytelling

I was calm.

I didn't look even once. I was free from the leash that bound me.

it came back on the road.

A little red mark. 1.

It's back. The tether. The knot in my stomach. The anger. The uncertainty. The trying so hard but knowing it's gone.

What used to save me is now killing me.

Slowly. A parasite.

All good things must come to an end.

Just go.