short story part I

This is me, pure and brand new. This is me with big hair and lucid dreams. This is me at school, getting beat up. This is me at class, failing. This is me at recess, getting laid.

This is me backpacking with nothing but open road ahead of me. This is me surviving a crash. This is me falling in and out of love. This is my scar. This is me, looking for home.

This is the sound of me trying to keep up. This is me making the wrong choices. This is me reaping what i sow. This is me, falling behind. This is me, last man standing.

This is me, exposed. This is me with nothing left. This is time, running away from me. This is me, overweight and on the edge. This is me, falling.

This is ten years later. These are the pieces left. This is me holding on. This is me realizing i stopped trying. These are my eyes. This is a friend. This is a hospital.

This is me at the end of the line.

This is me, giving up.