still here
by Dianne 
this past few weeks the fear of being left behind has crept up behind me, closer and closer until it reached close enough to tap me on the shoulder, made me turn around, and now i am unable to see beyond it.
to be dramatic, it is as if i floated into the atmosphere, just to escape for a little while, and it was fascinating, watching the world spin beneath me, until i realised it was moving on without me. without needing me.
isn't this what i wanted? why does getting what i want still feel so... sucky?
life is so different and still very much the same. it's so frustrating to have run 3000km and end up in the very same place.
