Are you still thinking of me there while you are far away and scared? I knew I've walked these streets before but now deserted as a war would've left them: silence in the air. And I could hardly even speak. I was staring at the river: 42.7 feet. I wish I stayed to watch it rise, to break it's banks, fall in, subside, but I left there to run and hide. I'll run and hide.
...and I thought to myself I should sleep, but the thoughts that won't vacate my mind will not give up for anything. All that I wanted was release and all that I cared for was a break from the monotony. I lost all my bets that I would purge my memory and forget and I'm constantly making mistakes.