...if I suddenly found myself faced with the brutal possibility that I just don't care anymore? That all of these ups and downs, lifting me up and throwing me down, that they've become boring to me?
The same old news, rehashed and recycled and respun so many times that there's just nothing left.
It's weird, that I'm in this mood tonight. It's certainly not the mood I was expecting. Or even wanting. But there's a calmness about it, this mood of mine. I can't remember the last time I felt this calm.
Like a normal person, if I remember correctly.
I can almost feel a little tingle inside me. A tiny spark of hope, that, maybe, this mood will last for a while. And I won't care tomorrow, either. Or the next day. Or the next day.
Wouldn't it be funny if, after all this time, this roller coaster ran out of track, and I found myself flying through the air?