A Reason or Lack Thereof.

I admit I've been out of commission for a while now.

Had a strange run in with a man with crooked arms.

Left me hidden amongst the leaves.

With severed flesh and broken bones.

All seems calm now that he's left.

So I'm heading to a place surrounded by trees.

Home.

At least that's what I'm still calling it.

Sleep with one eye open.

Lest you wake with neither one.