Maybe I can understand how you felt going back to that place now. That place that caused you such great pain even being near, so much that you wished all of the emptiness that it caused in your heart could be used as mileage, that way you would never have to stop.

Now that I'm surrounded by this shroud, this storm. I want to put thousands of miles inbetween, but I feel as though no matter where I ran to in this world, no one can ever escape their past.