Hard to say, but it is so easy to forget. I am young I ought to live. Been busy running up a hill loving the climb. Leaving behind all those things I once loved. The summit seems so grand.
Then I stopped. Looked myself dead in the eyes. Do you love me? I looked back confused. What do you mean? Then the in between stepped in. You keep running.
Not sure if it is to or from something, but I love you! And once and a while I wish you would love me back. So I stopped I locked the studio to return home.