Ever since I’ve returned from the trail, I’ve been short tempered, easily angered, and apathetic. I just don’t care as much as I used to, and I find myself getting rid of things in my life that I once held onto. It’s strange, this new feeling of “I really don’t care any more.”
I may come off as a…
"It has to end like this.- Y.Z, I can’t keep chasing you if it means leaving myself behind
The sun swallowing the world
we created and all of our moons
becoming so full on our promises,
we turn into monsters.
I swear I wanted to give you something
better than this.
I wanted to paint the sky you saw in me,
and I wanted it to be the color of you staying.
But you’re a paper kite disappearing
inside of a black hole,
and I can’t follow you into something
that won’t let me back out again."