by Mara Miller
it’s the kinda night that leaves you alone, in the tv room, smoking a bowl with a grill lighter.
yea. that kind of night.
and as you sit there, trying to coordinate the push down with the click, you realize, this is all you will ever have. and just as you are about to fall down a rabbit hole of depression and whoa-is-mes, it hits you.
like a ton of bricks, it hits you.