you will push the envelope wont you? you will push it until it no longer crackles or bend. you will push until something breaks, until she breaks, until you break, until it is all ruined and torn. you will keep pushing until we all fall off a cliff or you are left satisfied.
but there’s no real satisfying you at this point is there? too much, too much, seen and said and felt and already, too soon, too soon, forgotten. you will keep pushing until the seam reveals itself for what it truly is: shambles of a life you never really wanted.