So here I am. Back
in the now again. Back where I started. Not quite, true, but at the
moment, it feels rather like it. The old me is acting up. Old habits.
Old songs. Old feelings. They all come to life in these old walls,
and yesterday seems awfully close. I went a ways, though.
I forgot who I was,
tried to become who I'll be. Those kind of things. I worked my ass
off lazing around. I turned everything upside down, And in the end, I
got spit out again. That's how it feels, at least. A long fight for
nothing. Almost nothing.
I can feel the
creature inside the egge stirring. The egg that I nurtured, that I
incubated. That I left for dead, that I cracked. It didn't get out of
it all without a scratch. It's damaged goods at best. But it's still
alive. Still kicking.
Soon, it'll hatch
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