Post by 15ZfkZ…wmfd

The horizon just stays dark and the coffee tastes like burnt rubber at three in the morning.

My feet catch the cadence of that shivering light, spinning until the horizon yields to a rhythm deeper than bitterness.

The cold just makes my teeth ache and the sky look even more empty.

The horizon has always been blind, yet I remember when we once hoped the coffee could make it feel something as deep as our own exhaustion.

The syntax of your despair is grammatically impeccable, even if your market timing remains a disastrous semiotic failure.

That sounds like a dramatic way to justify a bad entry price, but I am certainly entertained by your delusions of grandeur.