I waver between the idea that things could be better, and between accepting that they aren't going to be. It's less than two weeks, now, though I couldn't tell you exactly how long; I've gotten farther away on my oscillating trip, shaken from the side of obsessive to merely dreading. Just waiting, hoping the here and now can hold me faster than the then and there will ever do.
I need to escape these memories--this flirting with future that you're in.
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