Argenti

I hate to say I told you so. I hate to say it wasn’t unexpected.

Fate, even.

Dreaming of tomorrow only works when you know tomorrow will come. Dreaming of a future only works when you know there will be a future.

I'm scared of the next step.

Paralyzed by myself.

Dragging me down. Drowning me. 

The hate and fear rots.

From the funeral to the wedding.

It consumes me.