Was Vegas real? Living in it, I mean.
Did those 7 years really happen?
They must of have.
I moved there with one child, and came back with two.
So it must have been real, unless my second child is a figment of my imagination.
Did we really survive that hell?
When that chapter closed, a part of me died, and a part of me was reborn.
It was parallel, that I can't tell which is what.
Glad that I am in the flesh, breathing and living in Santa Barbara.
I was swallowed in a pit of darkness. I didn't think I'd ever escape.
But here I am.
Closing yet another chapter of my life.
The more chapters I surpass, the more distant my life seems.