When you think about it everyone sees the world completely differently so you may as well share your viewpoint. And see what sticks. Looking back chasing the night seemed like living, but it was a manic trance. Followed by a complete fog the next day. On and on the cycle went until one day it didn’t. I’m grateful for escaping it, intact. It agrees with more of who I am. Which you have to continue to unfold by determining what you are not.