Looking forward, going back.

I see the old place
with a new, fresh perspective.
My heart has gone west.

On the verge.

Calm, cool, collected.

The courage of conviction

makes my steps so sure.

Running up a learning curve.

I'll take my distance
from indifference, from judgment.
Keep up if you can.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Let the silence stretch.
But when it lengthens, persists,
do not be surprised.

Indefinitely deactivated.

Facebook vacation.
Like clear sky, no traffic noise:
a mental road trip.

Remind me why I'm bothering?

The more time passes

the more I become convinced

I ask for too much. 

Homesick.

In the inbetweens
I miss my old stomping grounds.
Nothing holds me here.