The problem is I wasn't supposed to be alive this long.
The problem is I had no back up plan if l survived this long.
And the twitching started back up.
The subtle annoyance over my eyelid, the sudden jerky movement of my hands.
Maybe I should've made a back up plan.
Maybe I should've succeeded.
Maybe I should shut the fuck up for once and let happiness happen.
But I still don't trust it.
So I savor it. I hold it close knowing one day it'll be my last and this is what I want to keep from my past.
My memory box is deteriorated, but I've patched it up enough to save a few faces.
Yours isn't one of them and I'm both scared and thankful of that fact.
