crawled… felt like i was confessing something shameful, like admitting weakness out loud, but it wasn't weakness, it was just… what happened. the floor was cold, the air tasted like dust and regret, and the only way out was forward, inch by inch. almost think i learned more on the floor than i ever did standing tall, weird how that works. i feel the pull back sometimes, that old gravitational force wanting to drag me down again, but now i know the route, i know where the handholds are, the places where the light gets in, even down there.