It's the eve of my 22nd birthday,
The treadmill has stepped up a gear. I'm now hurtling along as fast as my feet can fly. Behind me, 21 years of a life. Any life. My life.

I can see the friends I found along the way, the chance encounters, the missed oppurtunities. I can see loves, naive and brilliant. And dull and dying. I hear words that have built mountains, and those that have broken hearts. I hear screams of laughter and passions and anger. I can taste all the countries, i remember the air, each different flavour. I relive a thousand different images at once.