How far can do we have to go?

I passed 20 miles back that way.

You’re taunting me again.

How can I look for a fresh start with you breathing down my neck?

I gave myself an ultimatum.

This was the last I would ever be able to breathe around you.

But you smell like oxygen.

And I smell like smoke.

Unfortunately oxygen only ignites the fire.

It hurts me to go back.

I think I’ll turn around to the 20 mile mark.

Fuck the new fresh start.