Looking Back

Hey you.
Whatever you do, don't do it.

I know it's easy and it's tempting to turn around and go back to everything you knew - but it'll only hurt a little bit more.

The places you've been, known, had gotten comfortable in - eventually gets old. You relive too many moments that begin to blur. Though you convince yourself you're making new memories there, it all  becomes the same.

The same people, gossip, reveries, and the semi-decent moments you claim to be wonderfully unique.

Been there, done that.
But you're right there, doing that - and it's not fun anymore.

We're not exploring, finding new things to do, and surprising ourselves with our own thoughts. As sweet as those moments were - looking back makes me lose myself a little more. It does.

It does.

So please don't turn around, because I might have to leave you behind.

I can't promise that it'll be good or bad - whatever's ahead.
But just keep walking forward.

You could hold my hand if you want.
It'll hurt a little bit less if you do. It does.

It does.