the good that won’t come out

Everything I told you in Sarajevo was a lie.

Everything?

I never went to Sarajevo. I was in Baltimore.

…

Resurfacing realizations may stick this time. Watch us strive to do what is best for ourselves. Watch us stumble. Watch us peel apart Scooby-Doo bandaids.

I shake my fist at mediocrity, and blink at blurred visions of a future haphazard.