Everything catches up with you, eventually, grabs you when there is nowhere just to run, the shoebox full of walls. You think again of Big Sky, of neverending sunsets, you lose your patience, how the demons have all been waiting for your return. You thought you had answers, but looking around the little apartment, you feel as though you forgot even what the question was, see yourself stuck in the same old quicksand that robbed you of so many days.
You feel like that feeling says something.
But you are not yet sure what.
It's best not to burn everything to the ground
until you can hear it clearly.
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