Acknowledging that everyone is at least a little bit awful.
A hand held out for no reason.
Having something to hold in your hands at the end of the day.
Our daily bread.
Trying to walk off a broken leg.
Having no mental fuel for the fire but rubbing one out for the third time today anyway.
Something that will consume your every waking hour if you don’t watch out.
Something you take to the back room, no one wants to see that.
Filling in the cracks with gold.
The first time you realize you’re human.
Walking alone at night and realizing you aren’t dead.
Is a word we don’t use in this house.
A temporary madness.
A delicious waste of time.
Staring into the dark of your closet on nights when your father goes home to his real family.
Something that happens to other people.
Taking a weighted compliment with a smile that says dear-god-but-you’re-older-than-my-father-but-we-have-to-see-each-other-every-day-so-let’s-just-get-through-this-shall-we?
A delicacy only afforded to cowards.
Everything fucking up in just the right way.
Looking out your window and not seeing the world beyond it.
A long fugue that seems restful until you wake to the same pain you fell asleep from.
Receding from all directions at once.
is not the absence of failure.