foresight is 20/20

he stormed out of my apartment, sometime after 2:30am. I barely processed what was happening, 23% because I was tired, and the remaining 77% because I didn't care. Not that I didn't care about him, because I did, I do. But because I didn't care for the intricate details. For the complications. It was never supposed to get this...deep. This complex. As everyday I feel as though I'm losing footing trying to scramble up a dirt-lined tunnel. I know I'm sinking and fast, but I also know that somewhere along the inside of this hole there are concrete steps that once I find them and hold onto them for dear life, even in the darkness, I'll be able to carefully feel my way up, step by step, slowly emerging from a hole I knew better than to go down anyway.