#11122

My death will be liberating. And I do not say that in the sense that I am going to find a cliff and take a good jump-off. No. I am just trying to find a clever way to tell you that I do not know what is going to happen next. You see, there is a fine line between dreaming and mortality and I am finding out for myself that being in love does not always involve being awake. And for my sake I fall in love with daydreams, nightmares, hazy realities and the hung-over idea of not being enough. It is all out of my hands. It is all out of time. And the only thing I have left to do, now, is decide.