there was a time…

by epi

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.