Independence Day

I’m not sure if this is depression or contentment, I thought to myself, staring into my glass, listening to a flurry of fireworks erupting in the patriotic fever that existed somewhere beyond the walls of my dark apartment. The days are easy enough. I do all the things I love to do. It’s the nights, I thought. It’s then that I realize everything I thought I knew about my life has been erased. That even the people that once made me feel most safe in this world were merely fictional versions of themselves. That I have loved many fantasies and few realities.  That there are more falsehoods around me than truths. That I sleep alone.

I let the last thought echo until it was throbbing in my temples, and called it a night.


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"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine
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