I fell flat onto the rough hard ground.
Face down, with burned thighs and a bruised lower stomach.
It hurt, but it felt good in a sense that it made me feel more alive and active.
I’ve been spending my days being indoors, only dodging the cuts that you can get from paper or the razor when shaving. Following the safest solutions to get me out of trouble and stress. The past is the past and it’s all slowly fading. Going down the list of “adult things to do” is what’s left, or is it? Responsibilities? Stability? Bills? What? I don’t know anymore.
Someone convince me again that commitment can actually be enjoyable.