this morning #1183.

this morning, he’d tried to warn me. i’d tried to listen. unfortunately, in my infinite wisdom, i totally didn’t. marched forth anyway. moved fast. broke things. by the time i’d realized my mistake, it was way too late. i tried to stop short. skidded straight off of the runway. took a few folks along with me. they don’t know it yet. as i sat there limp, surrounded by the debris of my hubris, i decided to straighten my spine, took a deep breath & looked out at the sea. i could just walk right in & that’d be it. i’d never learned how to swim, after all. the water would just wash me away. they’d wonder where i went, wonder if i’d really meant it when i’d told them “things are totally under control.”