hings are changing, with or without my consent. The darkness that plagued my vision in that moment has erupted from my eyes and enveloped my life. I’m moving forward however, even if I can’t see where I’m going.
If time were as disoriented as I, maybe there would be hope in it moving in reverse. Maybe I’ll buy it a drink sometime. For now, I relinquish control to time and hope it’s more responsible than I could possibly be.
I miss you too…