Artwork by Alja Horvat.
This time last year things unravelled and the long June nights now serve as a reminder of just how badly I lost my grip.
The golden light, the humid mornings, the clothes I haven’t worn since that summer- all things I used to cherish now make me cringe as old memories are forced to the front of my mind.
Memories I didn’t even know I had-
Of feeling drunk and manic while basking in the brightness of the 8pm sunset.
Of being so full of poison I resented nature’s simple way of saying,
“The future’s bright, kid.”