This strange day, a false spring, where everything feels like a possibility turned my mood for the better. And as always, my mind drifted to thoughts of…
…
in the worst times, in exaltation, you’re always close by
I wonder what the catalyst was. Always an endless retribution. Deferring reality until it can no longer be ignored, starving fantasy until it takes its place back at the dinner table.
And what really, truly fucks with me is, I know the way out. And I can’t take the second step.