Drifting

There are certain types of excruciating realizations in life.
When you leave a party of your best friends and no one notices.
When you try your absolute best- heart and soul, but it still isn't
good enough.
When you're so deeply devastated, you can only look at yourself with a
strange sort of detachment and icily convince your rational self (that
has been driven out and vanquished into irrationality) that nothing is
wrong.
When you realize that your addiction is killing you and smile bitterly
in defeat.
When you look back at all you've done and instead unearth all that
you've done wrong.
The feeling of having betrayed what you love.
Moments of realization are like miniscule supernovas- huge yet small
at the same time.
They scorch and cauterize us continually. Fragile flames.

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