I wish you could see me,
Coldest stares in the night — eyes teary,
What are we?
Lost souls from another — past > future and weary,
How could you deceive me?
Wandering alone through the night — no light to reach me,
Aren’t we apart like the ending story?
Chapter two of the page and a nightmare while I’m dreaming,
Angel from above never leaves my thoughts in the evening,
Darling, you drive me crazy,
The interesting thing about totaling your car and having a mild concussion is you end up with a new perspective on life. I’m just happy to be alive. I don’t think I’ve had a depressed thought all week or anything intrusive pop in my head. I’ve been running more, broke a few habits, and finally have some sense of normalcy back post accident. Granted, my memory is all over the place and I find myself struggling to remember names and dates. It’s a bit scary, but hopefully gets better with time. All I want this year is to be like any other year — one that was productive and I took an active effort to reach all the goals I set up for myself.