I awoke on that floor like I had four years prior not mournful, but ready. Perhaps it was the frustration over the whole ordeal, but as the space emptied into a shell, I felt not a drop of sorrow or a single lament in leaving it behind. Anxiously, I closed that door and locked our ghosts in along with Cameron Winters to haunt that space far away from us. It was time to crawl that five hundred mile stretch of highway one last time.

That was a week ago.

Now it is another morning, like many that will come. The sounds and smells are new yet familiar, and this new space is brilliant and comfortable. To the detestment of all we left behind, we made it. The world might hate us for it, but we pushed past what seemed impossible to find our place, where we belong.

Here, away from there.

Now, it is March, and our birthdays are over, the time of our births is over. It's time to be men and find our place to flourish here. To find a new identity. To find our lives again. To wake up. To new heights...

"The sky is blue and all the leaves are green!" - American proverb

Destroy Once Done