again to where days are spent mopping pools of saltwater that once dripped from your eyelashes like oil from a wrecked car, a home for the words “okay” & “fine” & “I’ll get through this” then it evens out, parallel with the horizon and the engine loses life, the ride is now over, please exit to your left and pick up all of your belongings, have a nice day and try never to visit again -the emotional rollercoaster
