I thought I began my journey anew; not very healthy but with clean hands.

It’s times like those that used to make me feel reborn. So I thought I was smarter, stronger, more capable of standing on my own two calloused feet but how can I possibly be anew when I’m stuck in my nightmares?

Only responding to the things haunting me.

Foolish.

I have never not believed in anything more than right now.

Now absolutely disgusted by the thought of an epiphany because my hands are still ***** and when the sun hits my sensitive eyes how dare you blame me for looking back. Never reaching my destination because of that.