02.11.2025

it's still hard to sit with the knowledge

that everything could fall apart without

even a moments notice – i don't think

that part will ever become easier – this

world already feels so fragile, as if a simple

misstep could tear the whole thing down

and there's nothing anyone could do

so maybe Sundays are for wallowing in

regrets and self-pity; for ungracefully

falling apart in the face of a slow-burn

apocalypse, and still having time to take

a deep breath, trying put ourselves back

together to face the world once more