2A.M. Habits
By: Tyler Ross
The last words he said was “Don’t let go. You can never let go.” Against the wind, I held my arms out as gravity pulled me low. Times like these I wished I were less of a human being. Half flesh and half machine; wandering solo amongst a destructive routine. Breaks are breaks and “kid” he would yell. “You have had many. Don’t forget the world will eat you alive if you let it. Aim steady and remain ready in a land that shoves you back good and plenty.” Hands trembled and eyes swelled during one summer night. This all ends when you give up on life’s fight. Face it or forever goodnight. The weak one’s drown, while the rest land feet first on the ground. “Don’t let go. You can never let go.” He was just a memory repeating mistakes. Mistakes he didn’t want anyone else to show and sink so low. The kind he couldn't face.
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