Every time a door closes on me I seem to freeze for a little while as if Im staring at it ,recalling everything that happened just as it was shutting in my face.Craving what I thought I saw inside that I wanted is disappearing from my view. I stand there trying to replay the last seconds of it all.

I remember when we drove out to where my grandmothers accident was…you could see the black tracks that told the story of the accident and marked her last seconds…I remember walking up to where they started on the road and just stood there…I closed my eyes and tried desperately to think about that very second. That second before she died. That fork in the road of my life. I remember feeling so weak not having control to change anything.  

(Source: wix.com)

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