my mind.

I am beginning to hear my own footsteps while pacing back and forth, they are like echoes in my mind. My tired mind, I keep beating it with questions, thoughts, and on going what if scenarios. My imagination keeps traveling to his past, a past I did not live, but it is vivid in my mind. My mind. It is like a home in which he lives and I keep visiting over and over again. I want it back, my sanity, my mind.