It was like glitter falling from the sky.
My head was a snow globe, and inside of it was nothing but possibility.
Just beneath the thin veil of glass were tiny families walking down tree-lined streets, children eating ice cream cones and lovers wrapped up in a
(more) cozy embrace.
It was a fun, magical world, and I could dream about what happened there.
People were happy. No one did bad things. Anger didn't exist. Neither did loneliness. There was only laughter.
In that world, you would not be an addict. We would be that couple, tucked into a secret corner, stealing kisses and giggling. I would be safe. We wouldn't be apart now, because you would be healthy. Love would never be a tragedy. It would be all we needed to survive.
Outside the snow globe, love is never enough. We need all sorts of things to survive: coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, sex, TV, drugs, food. The need never stops.
We're so empty here. Filling our lives with things that only make us more empty.
All I needed was you.
I look up into the sky, and there is no glitter. All that falls is acid rain, and you took my f-ing umbrella. (less)
