All the bad things you wish on your siblings in envy when you're young, what if those wishes are fulfilled when you grow up? And they build up, and only one of you gets hit, for Fortuna saw that you were treated wrong, and those wrongs shall be made right in one action. It's the stuff of suicides and late-night shows.
And we start using words like "whereas" and "thus," and we feel like we are hated and loved, always wronged and always treated so unjust. And we blame disease, and we go to lengths, and we have a sip, and we fall apart.
We take our leave of the Past, and follow instead the Future. We don't look over our shoulders, for there are the people we used to be, and we dare not face them. "Hey," a scream is sounded...[read more]