I'm Used To A Feeling

You Can Build Walls All The Way To The Sky And I Will Find A Way To Fly Above Them.

When I’m Running, There’s Always This Split Second When The Pain Is Ripping Through Me And I Can Hardly Breathe And All I See Is Color And Blur—and In That Split Second, Right As The Pain Crests, And Becomes Too Much, And There’s A Whiteness Going Through Me, I See Something To My Left, A Flicker Of Color […]—and I Know Then, Too, That If I Only Turn My Head He’ll Be There, Laughing, Watching Me, And Holding Out His Arms. I Don’t Ever Turn My Head To Look, Of Course. But One Day I Will. One Day I Will, And He’ll Be Back, And Everything Will Be Okay. And Until Then: I Run.

There Is No Before. There Is Only Now, And What Comes Next.

When He Speaks Again, I Can Tell That He's Smiling. "so I Guess We Saved Each Other.

Some Things Are Better Left Buried And Forgotten.