Then twice at the usual alarm, but I wouldn't get up. The previous night, was a long night. I've lost some stuff, but learned a lot about myself. The thing is about the lost things, not all of them I had to lose. It's those things where you leave your hands out there for 'em to grab it, but they leave anyway.
I cut myself pretty bad when I was brushing my teeth this morning. Funny, I'm usually careful and this never happens. Blood was flowing out and it stained my teeth red. It wouldn't stop flowing no matter how many times I rinsed it, until I realized you just have to stop for a bit, let it clot, then rinse out the stains.
There's gonna be some stains leftover, sure, but it reminds you to be more careful. There isn't anything you can't learn from, and there isn't anything that's so bad you can't even begin to think of a solution. There's no problem that only has running as a solution.
Just when you think you're infallible, invulnerable, someone shows you that you have an Achillie's heel, a weakness, that you never knew was so debilitating.
I'm waiting for a lost friend. Have you seen her?