For the first time, I felt the slowing of the roller coaster emotions that have plagued my heart and mind for the past four years and a fraction. I am caught between the railroad tracks, my common sense speeding towards the bright lights, and my chase for the past hurtling in the opposite direction.
I’ve grown to fall for this new state, an acceptance that our golden days belong to passed interstates. And yet when the aftermath has broken the surface, she draws me underneath again. That careless attitude almost beats down my reservations, but I’ve seen the colours in the big city sky, and you no longer hold me.
Oh Ja—-ke, we could have had such a damned good time together.
Isn’t it pretty to think so?