After a while the little things mixed with the big things and soon the important things seemed to not matter so much
Every day for over two thousand I did nothing but live alone with my own thoughts
Of course I continued to enjoy chocolate kisses and group therapy and kite flying
When he rescued me from voluntary confinement I screamed incoherently while riding on the back of his fifty horses hair blowing back horizontally arms raised and flailing
Now after so many years since time has turned around and I find myself drifting and regressing but succeeding at exorcising my very own demons