I feel paranoid.
Like I am being chased.
Like god wants me to suffer again and again for this.
Though I think I have done little to deserve it.
I think hopefully, maybe there really is a greater lesson.
but I am tired of her face
and interrupting my peace.
Heart pounding I spiral downward
Why is she still here?
Why has no one yet replaced him?
My sweaty hands grip a crinkled map.
I am not lost.