comedy and drama

And I sit; like the man counting the seconds until the guillotine falls, like the woman, stranded and miles from her umbrella who just heard thunder, like the teenager, drunk for the first time, struck by nausea that starts in his toes, waiting for this to hit me.

Like a soldier with amnesia, I can’t remember the good times even when I try. But one night soon, I will dream reminders. I won’t be able to hide anymore, cowering in the corners of my skull that weren’t yours yet.