I had no choice but to banish you from my mind… before I lost it completely.
Six months later and I ask myself - What have I done?
He found the notebook in the leg pocket of his combat fatigues shortly after waking up and clung to it as if it were a compass to guide him out of this hell. Reading through the collection of scribbled notes was difficult, he almost had to wrestle his focus into submission on every word as its attention is pulled in multiple directions at once. But slowly and with patience, he was dissolving the fog in his mind which threatened at any moment to swallow him whole.
He shakes his head, as if trying to fight sleep, and huddles in tight against the low perimeter wall of the roof. Using it as a