The Beginning of the End

Life when the floor is the ceiling

Photo by Marek Rucinski on Unsplash

This is the beginning of the end, I said what I meant and I meant what I said. As I was lying in bed, I felt alone, even more alone than I do on solo nights when I hug myself and go to sleep. I think crying is stupid, but I let the tears fall anyway, so much anger contained in each little saltwater droplet that I was worried I might explode.