Back, and forth, then back again.
Sometimes I think I should just move on, sometimes I realize I’m not able to. Some other times it feels like I already did.
I should just let myself fall into the void, not suiciding, but simply accepting and trying to exist in a surrounding where nothing and nobody really drags me or pushes me anywhere, without feeling turned off by it.
Never waiting for anybody to metaphorically take my hand and enjoy the ride with me.
But it feels so good to share a ride, once in a while…