The Index Card Diaries: Entry 17

I remember a time,
briefly,
where I wasn’t living dollar to dollar.
Imaginary numbers were being erased,
food was on the table,
and life had ignorantly provided a sense of calm amidst the chaos.
Those sweet times were too short lived.
It’s the greatest high.

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