I open my eyes, its dark. I lay in my bed, its warm. I feel the wounds, still raw and bleeding. I acknowledge the pain, it doesn't seem real. I wonder, it get's me nowhere. The whatif's and maybe's ... always a better grip on me than what is. I wake up, and float from room to room, conducting. If I were to make a bet, years before this - I would have said I'd be dead by now. I would have looked at all the what are's and be overwhelmed by what I was about to face. Here I am now, after facing it all - and I wonder most days, how I get out of bed.
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