I’ve been down this road before.
The hope and longing of a naive heart, I know too well.
I try to turn back but my feet have a mind of their own.
They trace the familiar steps even as the terror within me rises.
I don’t want to feel this way, and yet like a virus, it multiplies in my bloodstream.
My brain is already exhausted, playing out the various scenarios over and over again.
I wish I could fast-forward to the end so that I could know how empty this hope truly is.
But for now, I’m stuck on a ride that has a one way trip, and I’m not sure if I’ll survive the crash.