I was never a confident risk taker.
I always found myself backtracking and rerouting the map; maybe stopping once or twice or scoping out some sort of detour. I never have tolerated predicable.
The second month enhanced my hatred toward routine. I started crossing out days, weeks in advance. I wasn't going to allow a silly piece of paper to dictate the path of my life.
I found solace in instability. I became reckless and relentless: numb, lost. I was here, yet I wasn't.
The entire month of February was an out of body experience. Now is the time to stop lucid dreaming. Time to come back into reality, darling.
