In time the wounds have turned to scars,

the scars have dulled and faded.

I have found comfort in being the only one to know they’re there.

In time the nightmares have turned into day dreams that i’m able to blink away,

the memories have faded and the emotions behind them detached themselves from my limbic system…

They no longer resonate with the current version of myself that I am.

Come back in two to three seasons and I probably won’t even resonate with the thoughts and feelings that I have today.

Life isn’t based off of a movie try the other way around and I have finally found the new plot to my screen play… because there isn’t one for this season –

I fired the writers, editors, and publishers because I’ve always found improv to be more interesting.

Life is simply improv and that’s why movies are predictable 99% of the time.

I am excited to see where this story takes me.