The Good Life

Monday, July 25, 2005

Never Again

I told you, never again, but in the end I just came and came again night after night. Every time I arrived I would recall the sights, sounds and sensations of those times long gone, and would seek to relive them. In vain.

I had become the hideous creature I promised I would never be - I became a blind mourner.

I could always sense you peeping at me from some corner, but every time I turned around expecting you I saw nothing but blackness.

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