10/13/2022

The sleepless hope today takes us to a wispy night tomorrow. I’m starting to think the greatest power fantasy is just being able to be content. The decisions we make have brought us to this point of solo standby. A sense of estrangement and loneliness… Like barely missing the last train and just sitting there at the dark empty station for a while. Who knows what happens? What’s with the could’ve beens? Your story is one I’d love to hear, yet one I dread to find out. I won’t be going home tonight. I smile enough during the day. Most of the time, I’m okay. I’m okay. I do fine now. I make plans. I get excited. It's good. I don’t think I’ve changed. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe not. What is it that makes me feel like this? I loom out the window and see red lights highlight the skylines of an October night in London. How lucky I am to be here. Why take photos when they serve only as capsules and pills to swallow for tears in the future? Hello. I’m glad you’re here.