Disrepair, disuse, disinterest and distraction have left me without the use of my brain. I long for the new, I long for the old, and I despise the right here and now. Lost is that small bit of amusement and now I just go for numb. Trust in me to lead and be lead down the wrong path with nothing but the apathy on my back.
Luckily, I've got a light waiting for me. I wait for myself at the end of the long tunnel. Silhouetted in the glare, I can't make myself out. Moving closer, my eyes strain to focus. Painfully, the image resolves. I step into the light. In my own embrace, I am home.
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