You Can't Go Back To How Things

It's Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

Those Are Some Strong Currents You're Swimming Against.