And I exhale.

All signs point to the inevitable--yet here I am ignoring them. Perhaps it's obvious, maybe I should know better. Afterall, how much can one actually take?

But then I tell myself...
...one must put themself on a ledge emotionally--risk it all in hopes to gain just that one thing. So here I am, standing on a ledge--wondering why I am back to square one. I'm driving a car, burning tires down a road, passing all the road signs that warn me of the curves ahead. And as obvious as it may seem, the potential danger--I must find out for myself.
Let me do this...
Don't judge me...

Miles and miles of pavement that became my destiny...

Construction Ahead.
Slow Down.
Maximum 30km/hr.
Stop.

Abruptly, I am brought to the very question that lies ahead of me--do we ever truly forget? Is it possible to move on like nothing ever happened?