Life has become an indifferent marathon between moments. I’m shifting between moods and places with a cool efficiency that I don’t think I was capable of before, but every once in a while I’m stopped in my tracks, wondering if everything I’m doing and being is part of an increased negative velocity taking me from where I would be okay, a trend that started with a girl and now seems to include every aspect of my life I took for granted.

Like I’m tumbling down a hill that’s getting steeper and steeper, and every once in a while time slows down, and I’m gazing at the stars mid-roll, and for a little bit I see the planet that I should be on. I think I may need to hit bottom.