I've been back for two years and I can feel the strain already.
A two years cycle.
I am running forward.
From what? I don't dare looking over my shoulder.
A two years cycle.
My joints are rusting,
my feet are sinking and I fear I'm going to suffocate.
The world is closing up, trapping me.
I can feel the restlessness grow.
The need for more,
for adventure, for novelty, for adrenaline.
I've never know how to settle down.
Not for long anyway.
It never works.
I feel the wind in my hair.
The air in my lungs.
I need to run. I need to flee.
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