most of me refuses to call it an ending.

i see it more like stopping at the halfway point in a marathon, stretching out the kinks that worked themselves into your muscles over the past 13 miles. you could probably push through them and struggle on towards the end, but you'll be much better off addressing the aches before they turn into pains.

no matter what i call it, i could really use a clean slate right now. a new town. a new climate. a new sink. a new pace.

i'd like to start fresh.