Meredith Russo

You don’t have to share anything with me unless you want to, you know, create something worth creating.

A bubble hovered at my mind’s edge, waiting to pop. I existed in the moment, free from the past and the future.

I was never going to be free of my past; it was always going to be there, waiting to suck me in and crush me like a black hole. The only way to escape it was to keep moving.