I think about revenge the way most men think about sex.
I can't fault that any more.
Revenge is a candy wrapped in a cage of wagging fingers and reproachful glares.
For a long time It's all I lived for.
The outside chance I could pay it backward.
I lost entire years to it.
People with the sweet life can't understand.
They judge, they nitpick nettle and nag.
They keep asking why
and how could I lose myself to that place
that moment where something died
left
and never came back.
When there's so much good
so much light.
Day always gave me a headache.
Sensitive skin and freckles too...
Good joke.