everything in the history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment.

It must be best to feel an end before it's entirely near. Closure is hard to grasp. Lacing it within in your fingers, turning something intangible to tangible. Like turning a lump of clay into a figurine. At a point it's almost as if you can touch it. When you stare into the mirror and a tear runs down your cheek, you wipe it away, you are then able to witness that moment. Yourself cleansing yourself of that tear, of those moments of clarity that you couldn't act upon, of those nights you spent up thinking, "What the fuck am I doing?" Taking time to close a door before you both slam it works well. Even if dragging things out is said to be excruciating. This time it wasn't. It won't take days, weeks, or months to understand because at times that is not at the heart of the matter. Questions aren't meant to be asked and lines don't need to be crossed. We'll just fly and only look back in fleeting instances.