here where we tremble at the same old thought, here where our legs give out and we get caught

Every mile, a memory. The truth in that twists my stomach into unexceptional knots not quite anyone can undo. I wonder if its the same for you. I wonder if while walking applewood you think of what happened instead of thinking about what you're doing. I wonder if you get caught up, too, or if its just me going through all the motions. I really do hope this isn't only a side affect I have. I really hope you all feel what I do.