Walking with the Past

It is early morning; the sun has yet to hang itself in the sky. I am obsessed with this time of day. It is the only time a person can be alone in this overcrowded city. I love being alone, but I also fear it. When one is alone the voices in ones head tend to take over. A lot of the voices in my head are ridden with anxiety. They are constantly trying to remember things that have never been forgotten.