There were signs.

Great big signs that flashed neon orange and blinked a hundred times.

You acknowledged them.

(You were always good at reading signs.)

But the road you’re on is safer and there is no denying it’s familiarity.

“Shy away, shy away phantom.

Run away, terrified child.

Won’t you…

Move away, you fucking tornado.

I’m better off without you tearing my world down.”

More APC for your reading (dis)pleasure.

..and once again, the worlds collapsed.

“One day,” he thought, “I will find my home, and she will love me everlasting, and it will be good. And she will be true.”

I’ve been going through a lot recently. Worlds collapsing, building back up just to fall back down again.

But there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. Well, one of them, at least.

Starting Monday, I have a new job working at Aetna. No more retail for me!!

Finally, [...]

cry. cry. cry me a river and set sail

telling me the secrets of your world

take. take. take me down your hallways

opening every door as we go by

show me. show me your inhibitions

never question your own misery

tell me words of [...]

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