why do i want to go back
back to being afraid
back to fast steps as my feet reach the stones
back to the burning of my lungs
back to the breeze sweeping petals to my hair
i'm hoping i have enough control
i'm hoping i'll embrace the warmth of summer nights
i'm hoping i won't reach ocean waves
i'm hoping i'll stop
stop at the edge
stop and stand
stand with teary eyes
teary eyed but that's just fine