i don’t want to think about it but it’s hard when i’m so sure that i can feel this wooden floor getting older as i stand on it. the boards creak as i think about infinity and it just proves how desperate i am for something, anything to hold me up. still, i’m confident that everything happens for a reason. this isn’t going to end until you learn something from it, so the once living trees under me are nothing more than a reminder that things actually don’t end at all- they just start over. and now all i wish for is another night spent in bed deciding what we want to watch on netflix. the irony of it is we’ll only remain conscious for half as long as it takes to finally decide to just watch monk again.
i am adrian monk, scared of everything.
i am fear, a figment of your imagination.
i am here, even when i wish i wasn’t.
but something about my beating heart doesn’t allow me to think like that anymore, and for that reason alone i know that i’ll always love you.