I hope you all don't mind my rambling. If this isn't the place, please let me know...
Today I am pretending. The game is called Pre September 19th. Maybe it's a prequel. I'm getting good at the game. I simply push the bad thoughts away that creep into the unguarded moments. Sometimes the truth flutters like a bird at the window in love with his reflection; wings beating softly trying to embrace the untouchable. Then suddenly a larger bird crashes head-long into the glass, leaving a smear of blood as it falls to the bushes below. And then the window is obscured by beating rain and hail, pummeling with bits of ice and wind that cause the window to pulse. All at once the glass explodes and a Molotov cocktail has been hurled into the room and there are flames licking hungrily at every fiber. I stand melting in the center. Hoping the flames consume me before the pain gets too bad. And only a minute has passed. And I have so many more minutes today.