Sparks…
I feel like I’m being haunted with a familiar rollercoaster ride of getting over it with a spark of hope leading to a crashing down and disappointing ride southward. I’ve lost all my ambition for the time being and seeing someone succumb to exhaustion makes me want to give up too. Someone buy me a stiff drink and tell me I’m still a decent man. Or tell me I’m not. Just tell me I exist.
