There's a decent debate running amuck about my mind. There's the one side that reminds me that putting myself first isn't selfish, no matter how much it seems to be. The other side drilling my faith in others into the other side of my mind…

There's a fear that's come about, if you can call it that. Or perhaps one could name it a sensation. Using either title, the sensation of future will dawn overhead as the grandest eclipse, it all fades out eventually, but the journey there…

I don't think about you anymore, and I like to think that I think about you less. But sometimes my mind trudges to the cold of where you are, and while my environment isn't the most alluring, you win in any pity weather contest any day. I …

You know, surrounded by books and a set of keys, I feel more like myself than I could sitting in a group of warm smiles and eyes. In clenched fists I feel weaker than sobbing into a steaming mug of camomile. And with these tears in my eyes…

Does it make any sort of sense to fend off memories that haven't become memories yet? I'm not too sure that I even want to continue the flow of progress that is growth. Growth involves abandoning nearly everything that I once knew, and I'm…