still looming in the middle distance, everything I never became

waits for me to turn around and tempt myself.

my heaviest emotions rise once again to drag me through the mud that I left on the carpet years ago.

shoved through the door into a future favorite memory, and the reason I should have stayed home alone both times or every time.

old muscles sputter back to life and I’m slapped by a reminder that everything that feels good can and will hurt twice as bad.


nothing and no one has ever proved me wrong.