November

I see that you've come to resist me.
I'm a pitbull in time.

I missed this. I really missed this. I missed wanting to lay in bed for a good reason. Eyes closed and wild with the fiery disbelief of what I've found. I missed not wanting to wake up because I just want to bask in the comfort and bliss of my own thoughts, of my life. I missed wanting to get up and reach the very source of this. Of this November.

Baby won't you try to find me?
Baby won't you try to fight.