Strangers

Welcome. Welcome back distractions. I hardly recognize you. Everything looks new again. Bigger. Brighter. Different. Distant. But this I remember. The emptiness that never found me. The crowded voices. Losing control by the minute. I just want it to stop. Stop reminding me of what I didn't do. Of what chances I've lost. I don't want to go back. It can't be the same. It's not too late. One voice can change. Change everything. It just has to be mine this time.