Infinite

It feels a lot like drowning. Or at least what I imagine drowning to feel like, almost as if I can never quite catch my breath. There’s a sense of urgency and an endless need to escape.

That’s how I’ve been feeling lately, but only recently has it gotten so ruthless. I want to flee so bad, to run as far away as possible and never look back. I don’t ever want to look back.

But when I look into my husband’s eyes I know I can’t run. His eyes are like tethers, keeping me in my place. He’s the one who has been there for me through everything that’s happened within the past six years.

If I lost him, I’d lose myself…if I haven’t already.