I know who you are and I know where you used to hide.
But even more, I know the reasons why you hid yourself, even from me.
I know why you used to hate the saying, “No matter where you go, there you are!” because no matter how you ran or how you hid, you could never get away from yourself.
I get it.

You grabbed on to a few things that helped you move from one extreme to the next.
I can see it now.
I can see the old hallways that used to give you nightmares. I remember the teachers who used to put you down and drive you crazy.
It’s okay though.
They’re all gone now.

They say that one should dip their toes and test the waters before plunging in.
I do not have that kind of mindset. At least, not when it comes to certain curiosities and compulsions. They say that one should crawl before they learn how to walk but in all fairness, my mind moves too fast for me to keep up with plans like these. 

It all started out as a simple thing. Or at best, I suppose everything starts out simple. And then one day, the demons broke free like prisoners who were free at the gates.
The temptation was overwhelming enough to make me forget about the threads of common decency, and, so, I became someone else. I altered and changed in the sense that I left behind my childish things. I shed my childish ways, even though I was still just a child 

There has always been something different about the sunrise to me.
Always . . .
This is certainly true after the long nights that went behind me. This is also true after the bad nights that went either sideways or backwards, to which I say that I am sure we have all had our share of bad nights that went wrong
Not all of these memories were as bad as they sound. Not all were good.
Even the bad times had their moments of greatness because even the villains get away every once in a while.
I know because despite my times; I managed to escape the traps which were set to get me.
I know. . . .

I heard a word which made me think that maybe I’m not so crazy. Or maybe I am crazy and this is just me.
Crazy as always and guilty as charged.
Maybe I am crazy in the best ways possible and likely so, perhaps I am only crazy enough to believe in things like daydreams and fantasies.
Or maybe the word crazy is something I associate with my curiosity, which is enough to make me want to go down the road less traveled.

Or as it was explained by the great poet, Robert Frost, “Two roads diverged in a wood,” and just like Frost, I am equally sorry that I could not take both.
I am sorry that I could not have lived more than my share of this lifetime.
But this is life and so, this is my only chance to live with what I have –
I think I hear the bell now, which means that it’s time to go.
Or am I hearing things again and the audio hallucinations mean something else to me?

Save the notes, kid.
It’s time for you and I to begin.
It is time to start over again.
They say it is always best to go to someplace familiar, or as it is with me in this case, I have to go back to where I started.
The beginning.
Or maybe I should just retrace my steps. You know?
Maybe I should do like they tell us to do when we lose something.

In the beginning, I had no idea what to expect. But then again, who does?
I did not know how to play the game. I did not know the rules.
I had no talents and nor did I have any experience to base my understanding of how to play the game.