23 days, 19 hours, 52 minutes.
And it came back. You.
I was doing so good. But all it took was one nanosecond.
All the effort over these days were suddenly nothing.
I feel like a chain smoker having a long drag of his favorite brand.
Or like an alcoholic having scotch, neat.
Or a realist dreaming again.
The first few moments felt like flying
It’s in mid-flight that I realized that isn’t the skies I was flying to
It’s the ground. I wasn’t flying. I was falling.