Distance is just numbers on a dashboard.

Sometimes, I feel forgotten. Sometimes I feel worthless. Sometimes I feel as though I make no impact. Sometimes I feel like I'm hiding, without even trying to. Those moments burn in the pit of my soul and cause harm to my ego as they boil over themselves. As they simmer down and cool, those moments start to feel hardened. Like the idea of disappearing is somewhat relieving. If I were to walk away, just get off this chair and walk away, leave all this behind, walk off the edge of the Earth... I would be okay. More than okay. It's funny how easy things could be. It's funny how hard we try to make them.