Did you feel the same way I did about all of this?
drunk.
intoxicated.
infatuated with loneliness.
I think you did,
But I was not sure,
and uncertainty had done us in before
and it would certainly do the same again
uncertainty is without memory,
without reason,
without pragmatism or all the things that water us down
I never asked you to taper this,
or measure this,
or call us into question
Why do we sleep the way we do?
letting our dreams haunt us.
Letting the darkness do the same.
I was not sure of our reasons,
or of reason itself
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