What?

But when you lose, you don’t always lose the will, you don’t always lose yourself, you don’t always relinquish your desire, you don’t always start all over. Often I played the same spiriling game, over and over again, leading to more games to try position myself into an infinite regress.

Jump Ship! Land Ahoy!

I’ll never give up, a hackneyed phrase that now means nothing in the face of a multitudinous infinite reality that interferes with my every choice, is a phrase that I still cling to. However, the pursuant and the prey transfigure in tandem; failure and success, love and loss, grief and joy mold both the bull and the archer.

Huh? What now?

I guess, I guessed. My bad, I guessed wrong, I shouldn’t have, I couldn’t have. Yet here I am, walking a solitary walk, trying to re-evaluate every little thing, every little fear, all the insecurities that I didn’t need to have, all the tears that I shouldn’t have shed. And yet, here I am, here, with my back held back to the one thing I thought I would never let go.