The Tuesday
I’m counting on the fact that at some point, hopefully in the near future, my life will make sense. So many things have changed, so many things have improved, and overall, I’m happy, yet I still can’t help but feel like the other shoe has yet to drop. I’ve always been the prodigal son of paranoia and guilt, so this is the same song, second verse, but something tells me that not everyone lives this way. Not everyone lives in constant fear that their life is a cheap magic act, where any second a toddler may wander up and pull back the curtain, exposing the fact that none of this had any merit; it was all a bunch of wires, smoke, and mirrors.
Maybe I need some decent coffee…
