there was a time…
there was a time when on sleepless nights i simply stayed awake until i felt like sleeping
when frustrations were met first with tears, and then an unbreakable resolve
when i trusted my first reaction to a person and their character
when i felt something and spoke
when i ran until it hurt, and then ran more.
i woke up to run, and slept to run. and write.
i filled books and books and books and pages with poetry. i wanted to be better.
i thought i was growing up. really, i was just forgetting.
in any case, it is LITERALLY too hot to sleep. goodness.gracious.