I was smoking a cigarette, thinking myself that much better than the world I watched silently crawl across the obscenely lit street. Naturally, my car had been towed. Stunningly. I told myself this wouldn’t be the last time this would happen. Looking back, I would do the very same thing again, swallowing my pride at every other self made tragedy in the name of love.

Fuck the man. I wanted him to burn in hell for turning my hopes and dreams into confetti shot out of the cannon at my funeral. I would let it all go for her. I twisted the cigarette between my fingers, driving the point home into the withered brick surface. That cigarette, that dream of a sliver of hope, I ground against the wall, letting its ashes rain onto the air below and into the windy streets. I was extinguished.

I would continue to watch silently, and trace the winding paths in search of peace. My skin will weather soon, and I will someday lose my ambitions. Be they foolish, be they blind; they will find the peace on the other side of that barrier. The life I held this night, that fragile glass promise, shattered into the emptiness of the blue door I found myself before.

I turned the cool silver knob and pushed forward. The lighted truths that shot past broke my sense of purpose. I had lost myself in my own means. I turned away from those damning axioms and sought for the exit from the best I could hope for in myself. I settled on the nothing.

Was it delusion? Or was I something else?

Regardless of the truth, I wore the glove. May God be my only witness.

I smiled, and opened the gates to place I once called home.