[It wasn't me].
Splotches of color like a...

There once was a lively flock of birds,
always in sight of a grand destination...

sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine...

the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...

I promised myself.
I promised you, in a way...

I. Waking Up
it is this heavy weight i cannot shake...

I try to process what they’ve told me.
Bits and pieces come back...