It all starts now. I have been saying that for so long that I convince myself till the next time it slides away with a whimper or a lack of engagement.

I have underwhelmed myself so often that I am comfortable in my apathy. I must still care though or I wouldn’t want to die every time I let it happen again.

I don’t think this will change it much but perhaps I will hold on to the light when I see it again, because I know it is there. I just know that it gets really bright after a while and then I choose to not stand in it, but instead slide back into the dank dark.

I think I’ll go make popcorn.