I’ve been a while in the wilderness. Didn’t achieve much that I can remember but I a scraped a knee and lost a tooth. Skin grows back but teeth don’t.
I started down a few false paths. Some just took me back where I started and others just seemed too long and not worthwhile and I didn’t want to go all the way.
I saw the horizon through the trees and it seemed so far away. If I simply jump off this cliff, I’ll get there sooner but if I reach out I can touch the moon.
Something happened to me when I was lost in that place. I’m not sure what it was but I need some fixing. Like an old car, you can’t get the original parts because they just don’t make them anymore.
There is a bit of new and a bit of old in me and it works but not perfectly. Cause nothing is made that way in real life.
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