Where were you when you came out of those woods? The flames that did so much to the land seemed like the only thing that would hold you. Sleeping above the canyon next to your brother felt timeless. The start of a new journey. If only you could have realized how fleeting it all would have been when you left that evening. You'd wake up trapped. Where was it at? Where was it lurking? Or are we just writing stories?

PTSD is not a disorder, it is a learned truth. Societies curtain pulled back. Mortality felt.