Beautiful Strangers

This time, I was scared. I felt as though I had been procrastinating this trip for months, as if a trip is ever able to come at a time that was not precisely determined by the all powerful forces that be.

When my head is not in the right place, it doesn’t get there suddenly, it happens as part of a gradual decline, so gradual that it tries to deceive me into not noticing.

Rather than tie myself to a rocket ship, I thought it best to propel myself out of this state gradually with 2.3g of beautiful strangers.