I am transported to the time when I was
I all I did was watch television and do drugs.
I was a shell of myself, holding on to old feelings of lust.
Even though, I know that you are the devil in disguise.
Luring me back into my bad habitats of self-depreciation.
I look back at that time.
730 days. 104 weeks. 24 months. 2 years.
I have become tree in the arctic, thriving in a hostile environment.
Learning to adapt to whatever is thrown my way.