Hopscotch

I don't like how temporary things are. Bread only lasts a couple of days, and in my efforts to prolong its existence, I end up accidentally eating mould and gagging it all into the kitchen sink. Trying to hold onto things never ends well.

Marriage isn't even a permanent thing anymore, somehow it's become normal for people to divorce, to leave each other, to just decide that they're moving on by themselves.

Sometimes things don't even reach the top level before they fade away, it seems. Things that you try and hold onto and build on and love just fall between your fingers before it gets to a satisfying level. It's like you didn't even get the chance to learn anything, to get the real experience of it all.

I feel like there's a hole in my stomach, I'm missing something that I never even had. I knew that I could have it, it was there, but I don't know if I didn't hold on tight enough, or if I held on too tight after all, but I seem to have lost it and I don't know how to get it back.