that i forgot to put on my two rings on the first day. habit tugged me towards running back and getting the rings, while the heady prospect of a new year beckoning reeled me towards heedlessly moving forward and getting used to not running my thumb absentmindedly over the grooves of the ring.

dependency saw me searching for my pill-box for ages, not believing that it wasn't in my black slouch bag. indecision seeing me sprawled in a fetal position, wondering if i was going to get palpitations and hallucinations all night long.

empty, empty again, amidst the camera flashes.
that a picture speaks a thousand words is a sham.
it can tell of a thousand lies.

stop eating lollipops. they're bad for you.
i want to see a blade cut through air and drops of blood appear as though air were my flesh.

and i do not know why i keep losing my pill box.