Lost in the Past
Cambel Castle
And there I stood on the edge. Teetering between now and then. Balancing on the memories, that seem so far away. I walk along this cliff often, debating whether or not to jump, to fallback. To get lost in those thoughts. Somedays I jump. Somedays I find myself back where I started in seconds, Other times, It takes me weeks to find my way. —cliff jumping.
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