fish tank
i can feel the edge beneath me, like it's already gone. i've pushed myself so far. i can't take it back, but i can take a step backwards, or i can wait and fall off. it isn't like i'm not going to. i know what kind of mess i'm in now, and i know what the outcome will be. i can't refrain myself from thinking it. it's going to be de ja vu, a repeat, everything the same. so i'm readying my heart. i'm trying not to care now. it's going to be okay when it happens, i'll just live on like it never meant a thing.