it's 8:00
the long stretch begins
when I help people up
one by one, bringing them back,
helping them finish.
suddenly I can't see straight any further
my vision is forced to bend
and I'm stuck turning the corner.
the only difference now
is those who I helped,
are not around the corner
unwilling to run my long stretch with me.
I run this alone,
much longer than I thought it to be.
theres a wall I'm supposed to climb,
but no one is on the other side to catch me.
I jump off the top.

it's now 8:30*
I land in my bed inside my dark room.
back to the place where most are comforted,
but four years ago this soft bed
felt like knives running across my skin.
days like these I'm not sure how to feel about my old friend.
today I wish we would've walked off together.
and woken up in a different time.