The city never loved you back and it pains you to know that it’ll survive on its own.

Death looks appetizing, but you promised your heart to never give in. You’re hypnotized by the frothy mess that covers you in a bone white bathtub. You see shapes forming like crop circles and tell yourself that it’s just a nightmare. The porcelain feels all too familiar for different reasons.

It’s like you’re drawn to the town that swore to never take you back. Moving onward sometimes means going back and digging up the roots to plant them elsewhere. Grow something new- less likely to break.

It means choking down sobs at 3AM on a Tuesday in your childhood bathroom as the air thickens with smog. It’s the four walls being your only confidant in knowing that you’re a complete stranger to yourself and everyone around you. It’s like reintroducing an old friend to someone you once loved and forgetting their name. -AMT©️