It’s still dark at 4 a.m.
A storm fights with the night
Outside
Inside
Three of my most beloved pets
Slumber by my side
On my lap
Anywhere to be near me
And I fixate
Like a word on the tip of
Your tongue
About the loneliest times of my life
Not sorrowfully
Just thoughtful
Just seeing them play on the wall
Seeing them lead me astray
Like will o wisps in the night
And wondering why I survived
What strength it took
I did not have
What will it took
When I ran away
The place I got my name
The time I threw it away
And how dearly I craved
To have it back
My downfalls and my victories
All play like actors for me
The past is a curious thing
When you do not dwell
But remember it’s wonder
And live in time as it flows
Not drowning
But breathing deep
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