Anti-matter

 

April 12, 2013

 

I’m not there out of choice.

I can’t win if I’m in the same space. I implode. I fall apart from the inside, and any logical argument I have goes up in smoke.

Seeing isn’t believing, it’s total defeat, and so I keep my distance or decay like a bad tooth, unable to stand up, sit down or even breathe.

It’s like anti-matter and matter coming together – only in this case it’s me that ceases to exist.

I lose any moral argument I might have worked out logically in my head because my head will be filled with a vacuum.

So I stay away, choosing never to get in the same place at the same time.

It’s all I can do to survive.