It is late. I am awake and I shouldn't be.
Laying here in bed and flipping through three hundred channels of nothing, I wonder.
How did I get here?
How did I let myself get back to this place that I swore I would never return to?
How do I get back to where I should have been?
Once upon a time I was someone that people saw, and now I am invisible. Invisibility isn't all it is cracked up to be.
Somewhere out there, the future I had once placed all of my faith in is waiting for me. Problem is, I don't know if I have any faith left to reach out for it.
B. Wayne. out.
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