Maybe coming here was not such a good idea afterall. Perhaps I should have think things through. I fell trapped under an avalanche of thoughts and emotions. Like a broken record I repeat to myself ' you don't belong here' voicing out all those thoughts will not stop my hands from shaking or others thinking it.
I could have conquered the word but I choose not to, call it fear, call it laziness, call it misfortune or as your wish but the end result is the same. I stopped and now I fell inappropriate.
The real question is if I am ready to feel inappropriate or if I should go back.
The distant echos are coming back ' You don't belong here'.