on an investigation
On these cold and changing days, window warped and ticker tape on the sidewalk, the world is a forgotten painting. I’m treading water in seas I’ve already swam so I know when to hold my breath and when to paddle out farther. I’ve been getting scared again lately, mostly of what tomorrow might look like but even more so what a year from now will look like. And I know I shouldn’t be. Did we not spend months sitting in fire this summer just to callous ourselves from fear of the unknown. I had a tarot card reading in the park and she warned me against making the same mistakes twice, problem is I don’t know which choices she was pointing at so now everything is up for investigation.