It started with a word, a whisper, a line crossed out on a strangers discarded napkin.
A scribbled thought.
I thought to myself of this random occurrence. What design was this being attempting to portray before failing and leaving only evidence behind. It meant nothing, I'm sure.
We left the bar.
Speeding down the highway, winding corners spewing gravel in our wake.
I have missed out so much on life, of the lives of others of the course of the past few years. When they reminisce on their past, I am the outsider of the group.
"Smile blankly, sweet."
Clueless and bored, I enjoyed the rush of being reckless.
Even still, in a crowded room, a club jumping with cheers and laughter, I pause and the moment slows. Thinking to myself, "How bitter this sweetness is of a constant reverberation." Moments as if everyone was in sync -- molecules within a vast ocean...
...in which I sink.
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