I swear, for the longest damn time, this is about as far as I can push it—looking back, thinking it was all some kind of progress or something.
Things change. They always do. The high points, the way we used to live, that goddamn ridiculous drunk kid—I mean, what a riot he was.
Maybe it’s time I shut the book on all of it. Just toss it. Walk into that regular old life we all pretend doesn’t bore us stiff.
No speeches. No hot-shot endings. My full circle spun itself out ages ago, and nobody even clapped.
No more stars. No more coloring the damn sky. And yeah, it’s still raining. Hasn’t really stopped, if I’m being honest.
Maybe all this is my lousy way of saying I’m sorry. I don’t know. Could we?
And hey—if you’re still one of those nuts who looks up at the sky every night, just remember: there’s a bunch of unicorns up there going at it with gummy bears. I’m serious. It’s a goddamn mess.