libberillious

I traveled back in time this last week.
Went over the hills and far away and found my misspent youth.

it was fun. in ways i will never be able to express.

the problem with time travel is that no matter what you do, you fuck up the present. there's no avoiding it. no way to make you miss what you used to be less, no method to pick up the pieces of a heart you broke yourself.
instead to drag yourself onto a plane back to now. crying the whole way home, trying to wrestle your feeble minded emotions with your own feeble mind. overwhelmed by the fact that the last week you lived in fantasy land. that there is only pain an rejection ahead of you.

i got so lucky; for a few short days i managed to forget my reality and make up a new one.

i hope someday i can do something to deserve the vacation i just had.