Albuquerque: Breaking Bad

Closure is what happens when you come to terms with what is left incomplete. I wonder if I feel closure now, with the choices I have made and what I have become. I suppose some days we all may feel like the life we once knew has disappeared from existence. For me, this feeling never fails to leave me. Some days I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who I have become, other days her presence never follows me. Some people may call me a vigilante; some might call me a criminal. Some might call me heartbroken and might say I have a death wish. All I know is I’m changed. When I arrived in Albuquerque two years ago, looking at the city, remembering how beautiful it was, its representation of the Southwest, the purple sunsets, the Sandia Mountains, all the things that I thought made it a safe place to live. Little did I know, I would be the one that would have to clean it up.