There Was A Time
There was a time when waking was nothing more than not sleeping.
My bed was unshared; the loft was quiet and bleak, my existence tedious, my heart empty, my soul lost.
There was a time when waking was a never-ending state of frayed senses.
Lights too bright, sounds too loud, scents malodorous, tastes overpowering, touch irritating.
There was a time when waking meant only that the nightmares were not imagined and the pain was real.
There was no light in my life, no purpose, no love.
There was a time when I did not have Blair.
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