All the good things chase us unrelentlessly like the hounds of heaven

I’m not sure what to call it maybe it’s love maybe it’s survival or the nature of life

I remember every crime I committed and the terror that followed

I remember every good thing I’ve done that didn’t go unnocticed

I saw how every wrong thing I was blamed for was alright in the end

It never stopped chasing me and asking me to try again one more time, to return home one more time, to forgive myself one more time, to take off the mask one more time

I was not human for years, I was an animal locked out of the house. It finds me to take me home and like a frightened animal I ran away, and it found me again, and again.