It’s storming. It’s been a while.

5am just hits different. It’s not like they write songs about 5am... except maybe Cliff Richard, but only after he was walking all night.

I recall my immortality. I remember seeing 5am on a regular basis. I was far from here. Northern Wisconsin. The woods. Nature sounds. Sights. Smells. The out.

Hell, I was frequently already exploring the out by 5am. Bears be damned.

Some days I miss it. Today is one of them. I wonder if I could return...

Can back be a way forward?

After all, here I have little interest in going into the out. The sounds. Sights. Smells. The sirens. The “song of my people.” No, thank you.

Yet, I’m stalled. Again. Stagnant. I can smell it. Like rotten vegetables. I’m hungry, again. Unable to find something to eat.

Except her. She’s stalled. She knows nothing else, so I cannot take her with me. However, I must go.

I realize today was the day. My scheduled departure. Things happened, so I am still here. For the time being, anyway. I’ve made it too easy for her. To stagnate. Because she consumes me. The sounds. Sights. Smells. My taco. My tasty snack.

Unlike the others, we can never return to strangers. We know each other intimately. Inside. And out. We have taught each other so, so much. Yet, I must go.

I must find something to eat. Even if it is not as sweet.

Perhaps, one day, I will return. If only, to pick her up. To take her with me. If only, one day, she will awaken. Awaken from society’s slumber.

But first, I must awaken. It is bad to hold myself back. To not grow. Simply because she is not ready. She is afraid.

Afraid I will show her the world. Inside. And out.

Okay, 5am. Let’s do this. Show me what you’ve got.

What i'm listening to:

Dreamin’
Cliff Richard
I’m No Hero