Bear's Lunch

That certain tightness, right there, right in the middle of your chest, you swear it's your heart clanging around, beating itself against your rib cage, which is reflexively trying to contain it. Makes it a little tough to breathe. I thought things were getting better, but it seems reality is making things worse. I thought the numbness was going before, but now I realise that was just the complete shock wearing off. Look at that landscape, the fog of denial gives way to the chasms of depression, the sky is gray and the ground is bare. Being objectively lost in the wilderness is fun.

love and hate

Two supposedly diametrically opposed concepts, so why then do I flip back and forth between the two. Each flip is like a strong electric current getting close enough to create a huge arcing spark.