Here: too much indifference, not enough excuses.  There: too much love, not enough outlets.  Here: stuck between existing and compromising.  There: trapped in an endless cycle of romance and poverty.  Here: days full of rain but bright hearts when things related to there come into question or conversation.  There: snow and sunshine, intertwined in a beautiful harmony that draws me, naturally.  Here: difficult when I try to put it into words.  There: complicated in process, but simple when felt in my bones.  Here: reminiscing.  There: living.  Here: I'm stuck.  There: you are.

This is more difficult than imagined - tougher than it seems.  My skin is thick, but only to an extent.  Right now?  I'm bursting at the seams.  My decisions haunt me, memories plague me. Ghosts of my past dwelling in my present.  Some won't leave me alone, others refuse to overstay their welcome.  The mat's always dry, the fire's lit for you, what are we waiting for?  I'm uncomfortable here.  I need space, I need clarity, I need there.