and then all of a sudden, out of all the howling sadness and enchanted self delusions you awake and see yourself for the first time in years.
you’re sick. really fucking sick.
it’s time to drag yourself back into the sun.
oh? you’re not listening to the nationals - trouble will find me? then GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!
Every time I get an eyelash in my eye, I’m reminded of how quickly I would die in the wild.