Thoughts intoxicate the thick air around me filling my lungs like a stiff shot of airborne whiskey.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"Why am I here and not there?"
I try to tell myself "You are in charge of your own fate and it's your own damn fault."
But this attempt of insulting condolences falls short of the finish line.
Memories begin to fill my mind inflating it's thoughts like bubble wrap. Tiny bubbles filled with fragments of faces and the feelings of nostalgia from the thousands of days behind me.
Fighting the temptation of giddy child to pop these bubbles is overridden with the knowledge that doing so would only implode into toxic fumes.
Time to make this emotional wrapping functional and pack my heart away in a box.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"Why am I here and not there?"
I try to tell myself "You are in charge of your own fate and it's your own damn fault."
But this attempt of insulting condolences falls short of the finish line.
Memories begin to fill my mind inflating it's thoughts like bubble wrap. Tiny bubbles filled with fragments of faces and the feelings of nostalgia from the thousands of days behind me.
Fighting the temptation of giddy child to pop these bubbles is overridden with the knowledge that doing so would only implode into toxic fumes.
Time to make this emotional wrapping functional and pack my heart away in a box.
