Have you ever been sad because you realized you’re over someone and you don’t need them anymore? Like something about the way you woke up crying and screaming their name and something about texting them when you were drunk was addicting. And now it’s sad because you don’t even think of them often when you’re sober because they’re completely gone. You’ve lost them and you’ve lost their memory because you don’t remember them anymore. Sometimes you forget they exist and now that you think of it you don’t remember their middle name. You lose someone twice, once when they leave, and once when you decide to walk away from all the memories. And I’m not sure which one is more sad.
One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.