Leaving

Ive always left.
my home.
my family.
my friends.

all in hopes of making myself better to go back.

But what scares me most is that the harder I try to get back to that seemingly imaginary place that i hold so dear.

i just go further down the road I'm on.

deeper and deeper. i march willingly into the abyss.

so that i might just have a chance to see the fruits of my labor.

its a lonely path that i must take.

but there's still hope. I'LL MAKE IT BACK. i will