Forget the motive. We have a breach. Ignore your surroundings. We are within reach. If You walk around in the dark long enough you’re bound to forget what you’re looking for. Shake your head all you want. All you were ever doing was grinding your teeth and settling old scores.  Forgive me for longing but I’m not used to this and that living desperation is just natural to my speech.

We flicker upon the endless expanses. Dragging our feet, we’re backed by lashes. In case you have any questions, we are tired and I am so sick of cluttering myself into relapses. Our only memories are of wishing for a shoulder to lean on or the crack of a splintering bone… Of yearning for an open wound or a smile worthy of recollection… Anything is better than this placid distraction. We don’t need it, but we love the horrible imposition.

Sound the alarm. The creature moves. Bar your windows and lock your doors. Offer your children up and cower beneath your floor. I’ve got to give it to her. She’s well and truly beneath my skin. I often wonder why I’d ever wanted to be rid of this vicious condition. Constance left me unconquered, even after it seemed resistance was hopeless. I’m sure there was a reason for every single past act of treason. Even if all I ever do is strap my heart to meaningless whims and revolving seasons.

I’m nothing to consider and opportunity is a cruel mistress. She’ll dance over your sleepless bed, rattle your cage and dangle chance above your head.  Tender. Beautiful. Viceless. I know. She’s just passing through. Change has never seemed this boundless. But wishing is useless and holding onto hope is simply too dangerous.