fight club
I am Leigh’s teardrops.
I am her heartbreak.
I am her setbacks, her fears unfounded, her paralyzing guilt and utter remorse. I define her bourgeois existence and steal her nights.
I am the final precipice after all attempts. She is my Olivia, and like Malvolio, I am tormented. There is no surrogate, this is the crossroad; should I leap, or fall? Nary a difference, but in the heart’s inclination.
I am Leigh’s teardrops.
Yet she wishes me to smile.
~ sean j
