this is how you feel finals night. this is how you feel every night. it's what gets you through the days, as you stumble through time in search of meaning. this is what you are headed for as you fruitlessly try to diverge. this is how it felt when you learned santa didn't exist. and the easter bunny. and the tooth fairy. this is what you didn't do when you had the chance, but should've done irrationally and conspicuously. this very paragraph is your hindsight and you don't even know it. yet.
It knows you inside and out.
this is your life waiting to breathe.
by-product of disillusion...and a late night telephone call.
