I’d hate to wander and be set up for failure when I was told the grass is greener. It’s fooled me many times before and the shame hasn’t seemed to dissipate and haunts my dreams and becomes my nightmares. I’ve been steady for so long and now, suddenly it all smirks back to diddly side conquests and register of an old soul blossoming with hatred and fuel for bias, it all was a good run. What else can I blister for when it was so long ago. It’s better now, I’m just scared to go. Agoraphobia fool. It’s okay, and the demons silence upon utterance of stressors and high motifs that worried me with a little bit of anxiety. It’s okay, is all I ever wanted to hear.