this morning #1593.
this morning, my run to school had shaken something free in my mind. it felt nice. i’d been trying all kinds of ways to cope with the image of that man slipping off the cliff & to his death. though the guilt wasn’t killing me, it was still ever present. i’ve revisited the spot where i’d watched him drop off the face of the earth. so many times. though i’ve never been religious, i’ve asked god for his forgiveness. i guess he’s not listening. this one time, i actually went to the police station. stood outside for an hour. too scared to go inside. now i have my answer: instead of confronting it, i’ll just keep running. move forward. not let it weigh me down. nobody needs to know, so i’m going to focus my energy elsewhere.