The old monster rears his head. Jekyll has come back to the surface. I nurse him, hold him close, this version of myself. His old securities shout, almost too loud to hear. They drown out a quiet voice that whispers, "You are a new creation."
I sit here in between. In between where I was and where I'm going with a hard, barely carpeted floor beneath me. In between where we were friends and where we will be memories. I can stand the distance, growing apart, with miles and years between just before now and wherever I go. Just don't