It pulls you.
It draws you to it.
No matter how much you want to be away from it.
It will draws you no matter how much you fight it.
You have to look.
You think about it.
You miss it more than you thought you would.
It is every waking thought.
Even in your dreams.
You think you are walking away from it,
But actually you are walking right back to it.
I have left that place,
But yet I still go back to it.
I can't help but to look.
Even now it is still a big part of my life.
It consumes me.
It fills every thought either in dreams or reality.
It pulls me back.
How does it do that?
I don't know or want to know.
I keep running far away from it.
But yet more I run away the close I get.
Do I get to the truth?
It is either right there in front of me or to the side.
It is never behind me.
It will never because that is just the way it is.