zombie attack: but we found our way.
I took a one way flight to the edge of my dreams. Fought fist to face for the window seat, so I could look around. And as I look I see the ground below. All I see all the memories that made me, me. Growing up too fast, and suburban dreaming of monoxide city life. With all the things I learned to run from. This time, it isn't me running, just trying to hide. Because I am afraid of the truth I might find, and I don't want to cry.