ROUND AND ROUND.

I'm like a monkey, swinging back and forth on the vines; stopping in places that I feel; befit me.

I don't, however, always move forward.

I go back; even to those places I was pelted with stones, shot at, driven away.

Only because what I thought was my final destination, didn't turn out to be the 'heaven' I'd made it out to be.

I can't stand alone. When I do, I feel lost, sad and helpless. 

I'm better off languishing in the trees that rid me off of everything I know I need. Because they're all I know. 

'New' is scary. 

Will always be.