False utopias look like heaven when they exist inside of you, but the spell breaks when you fall.Halcyon days harbor great space for healing if they can stand being held up to the light.The memories we run and hide in may overlap or coincide but underneath each pleasing space is all that we have yet to face.Hiding bodies to embrace the good is par for the course. But those bones must live again in order to truly break free.The good goes down in spite of what you have to ignore to be grateful for it, but ignoring shit doesn't make it go away...and going away only goes so far.