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there’s a rope around my neck. the universe likes to tighten it sometimes, let me feel my jugular vein for a millisecond that seems to feels like years on my life. the universe sometimes lifts me up, the rope holding me higher above ground. and I think, “this is it.” this is the high i’ve wanted, this is the high i’ve needed, this is why people say life is worth living. this is the high they write books about, direct movies with happy endings on. but the higher the universe lifts you, the harder you fall, the tighter the rope. I once said I was falling into open arms, hands with creases on their fingers. real hands with a real human heart beating, how delusional can I get, that’s the question of the century. that’s all.