You linger beneath my skin in this familiar town.
The wind creeps on body and leaves a trace of chills that travel to the bottoms of my feet.
The cold travels, but I'm left stuck to the pavement and trapped in thought.
Maybe if I remain motionless I won't get bruised by tripping over my own feet, my own words.
But you'll catch up to me.
Fear pushes my stiff feet forward and I trip with every step.
I'm better away from you.
I'd rather be stumbling forward, slowly learning how to walk.
Than to be held back and remain unaware under the mercy of you.