Taken Back

I love enough, I suppose.

There are many people in the world I tack with that affection, etherise to the board of my life with sharp distinction... but I don't know that I have it to be in love anymore. Maybe I don't even crush anymore. Maybe I'm just worn too thin, worn down so close to being worn out... right out of emotional existence.

This merry-go-round has a life of its own. Its horses are galloping circles in my half-life brain, and I think it has something to do with the fact that it's been two years since I broke with Autobahn, and set off to ride my own amusements, suffer my own vertigo; grip myself when I plummet.