This is not the time to take stock of things...

Sigh...........

I see the gate ahead of me... It is the gateway to other things... Yet... part of me wants to run in the opposite direction.

Part of me wants to give this all up and just walk away.

Why?

Why do I have this all the time?

Cold...

Revenge is best served cold.

Cold hearted

Cold blooded

and Cold eyed

The moment it all froze up, smash it to a thousand pieces.

Now we are even.