mazeways

there is no divine conspiracy of suffering.

you remember these words plainly and clearly. you know them to be true.

the train rockets down the tracks. the world is conspiring to carry you home.

things were so bad earlier that you called your girlfriend. for the first time in a long time, it felt like an option. for the first time you can remember, doing that with someone made you feel better.

you step off the train and feel at home.

it's not so bad after all

{ quit mazeway }