I guess this is how life goes. I drive down the same side streets and wish they felt the same. I’m not sure when I stepped sideways and everyone else stepped forward. Doesn’t it feel something like monotony? I’m trying not to slam doors closed. I’m keeping familiar ones open because I can’t handle not knowing what’s on the other side. You move on in mysterious ways and I can’t define what growing means to me, I just fucking do it. Sometimes it feels liberating and other times it feels like nostalgia is ripping through my skin and I’ve ran out of stitches. The other day someone said, “you only moved a town over from where you grew up”. And I told them that life moves on for you whether you stay here or not. Next week I’m 31. I’m sadder in some ways. Healthier in others. I balance on my limbs as the world spins and I watch every memory skate past me like a time reel. And I have to remember that sometimes I’m the one haunting myself. I’m not sure I believe in ghosts anyways, I guess that’s how life goes. -AMT©️