I used to run at the sight of the sun. I moved back down, made no mistake about it. I merely bowed when my mind pulled me by the head and jerked me around. I used to wake up at the whitest of the day, already wishing for the next day. I wondered, I wandered to an impossible future. I used to despise regret. I found a solution in forgetfulness, a solace in blissful unawareness. I used to write and delete. I bailed like no one business. I used to over process everything, to be overthinking, that it came out nothing. Nothing comes out from nothing. But something did come through though. Something that is as simple as a name and a comrade. Somehow everything got easier after that.
