standing there with my feet in the sand in wilmington after running away from my problems.
the biting cold wind whipping my hair in every direction blinding me.
i can't help but wonder how i got here.
when did i become someone who ran from her issues?
when did i become someone who couldn't face the voices in her head?
when did i let my problems dictate my actions?
when did i become so incredibly broken that i couldn't fix it?
when did i begin thinking that running away was an option?
everything in my life seemed to be moving so fast.
everything still is moving too fast.
i feel like i'm being tossed around in the wind.
it feels like i haven't moved in a month but the world around me is.
have i moved?
everything is different now but it's also still painfully the same.
how does that happen?
i know it's been about six months so it's illogical to think that i haven't moved but maybe it was just illogical of me to think that things would change.
i've lost so many people and while i have gained some, it's nothing compared to those not with me anymore.
i ran away to the beach to escape all of it and try to make sense of everything so why do i feel so confused?
why can i not seem to make sense of anything?
this isn't fair.
why can i still feel the wind in my hair and the sand under my feet?
how can i still smell the sea breeze and feel the sun on my face?
am i still on that beach in wilmington?
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Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...