i'm taking 'em back.
i suppose this is what i get for being over-confident for all those years, perfectly sure of how it would all go. school, marriage, two point five fucking children with the man of my goddamn dreams ... and see, i just get angry now. torn and wrecked, and i wash up on the shore coughing up blood, knowing it should have been me. it really should ...
they pick and choose, call out a name ... look at that ticket in your hand, make sure you're still next in line. they just strike you down, and you're there, waiting, almost willing to rejoin and rekindle what you had before this long life. i'm eager for some kind of peace because this has been the longest second of my life.
i'm afraid and shaking my head, mouth tight and fingers forgotten.
they take away brilliance, and they take away motivation. but the damn world is still there, squeaking along without his breath. how do they do it? how do they take away that smile?
violent and shoving, urging and cynical, they just take it all away.
