Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Limbo

I remember now why I don’t contemplate things in detail anymore. Sometimes I want to go back to being the scared child who needlessly worried over trying not to disappoint everyone around her all the time. It scares me how I’m the complete opposite now. I’ve lost the will to even finish typing my thoughts. Good night.