one door closes and another one opens. you pick your boots back off the floor for one more time, another start over, address your face with a smile using the last bit of energy you have left to give, doing the best to pick up the pieces and salvage what you can. trying to find something stable to thrive on. uncertainty is best but sometimes being sure is better. and this time i would rather be sure.buckling each boot strap with a tear, where do i go from here? i left what life i had behind to make things easier. back to nothing again. back to the uncertainty. im not dependent but i am. security and routine embraced me for far too along now that i dont even know what it means to be normal. another chance to be forgotten and leave another part of life behind. im scared.