“Before everything else, I was like you”

     “The Fragile” is bellowing from two regions of the house, feeling like a surreal type of moment for a reason I cannot define.
     To some extent it’s suggestive of five years past, a time when I should have been luxuriating in life’s young simplicities of being 12-13, in lieu of the intricacies of distorting heartbreak. Wholly—the authenticity of a world I was by no means ready for, shining in a world full of ugliness.
     I suspect the dichotomy is a life on two different tracks, double spaced by time and event and emotion. On the horizon, I go towards the absence of light, where everything is meaningless...