With no way forward and there’s no going back… No now. Not ever. I’m stuck, with my hands bound behind my back, and you know what’s worse? There’s no urge to break free. The spark has faded and hope died. The only thing I’ve always ran away from has found its way to me, hitting me like a wrecking ball. But at least there won’t be chasing the wrong things now. For that, I’m glad.