I needed a place to change out of uniform.
It was on my way home.
I need a drink.
Some random girl told me I was taking an awfully long time to finish my drink as I nursed it morosely in my hand, a million miles away in my head, replaying nothing in particular over and over again.
Nothing makes sense right now.
Yes, I recognise the signs.
*****
that's just the way it is (and so it is / just like you said it would be)
no calling for help, no miraculous ess oh ess rescue mes; no portals to the past, no raging against the machine.
life goes on.
Someone wise told me this : breathe, just breathe; be still, remember you.
I'll hand down to you those same words she gave me : perhaps you'll make a better job of it than I did.
my salvation lies in a glass.
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