Black circles traced upon my hand,
mind wandering off into space shuttles plunging into the ocean,
and radiation heat waves crumpling our hearts.
Walk away, don't look back.
Wipe away your doubts and drown your regret and keep looking forward,
because at some point the past won't matter
and we'll be single cells again
and we'll find our way back to this same exact place,
so perhaps we should be leaving breadcrumbs
to help the others along on their way.
Paranoia creeping up your spine as you turn around
to face the devil of your mistakes.
Turn around and don't look back. If you don't fuel them they can't touch you.