He climbed high above while I stayed stationed below.

He moved on with hatred, but only in my mind.

I shoved onward trying to be more like him.
Don't think about it.
Delete.
Purge.
Move on.
Go forward.
Do NOT look back.
I got caught up in my reminders and got some gum under my shoe.

He woke up.

He says many things that I love.

I am still the same, not matter how much I tried to be like him.

I am still thinking. Now he's thinking too. Oh, what will we do?

Chapter 8 is about to begin. There will be life, full of life.

Stay tuned.