Stretching off into the distance. The promise of somewhere to go. Someone else to become. Something different.
Not sure whether following the track is the right thing. Perhaps it will lead me to where I am supposed to be.
Perhaps my somewhere, someone, something is in another direction.
Perhaps the only wrong choice is the non-choice. Doing nothing. Not pushing any limits. Not getting on a train in any direction.
I am not comfortable with things now. But I'm starting to become more so.
Starting to loose the energy to insist on what I wanted. Starting to forget why I wanted it in the first place. Starting to wonder if there is a right track.
Starting to loose sight that there could be a somewhere, someone, something.