something new

I've always thought, funnily enough, that I could get right back into it at any moment. That even though it's been over a decade now, I've somehow kept that part of me trained and ready.

Like riding a bike.

But the thing is I'm realizing that, instead of keeping it fresh by deluding myself thinking I still wanted it, it's been drying away. And now that I'm all gone to waste I fail to see if I was ever worth anything anyway.