Cognitive dissonance in a very different way. Was supposed to slowly let it go, and the girl being the central character in the dream was a swift riposte. So vivid, like a yesterday that has to be confined, sadly, to yesterday.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The Storm, My Vis-à-Vis
The antithesis of peace. Very much on tenterhooks. The tapestry is marred by jagged threading. A long way to go before it becomes silken. Some comfort is much required.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
You Are Everywhere Darling
Slow music in the background as he sits there again, this time of night, reminiscing. He hurts.
Bandages Are For External Wounds
Grasping the poisoned chalice firmly, he refuted the idea of a false dawn. The truth of no truth. Now is the time to embrace the deeper malaise. It hurts and the feeling is as real as it can be.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Little Warm Fingers
Thou shall not suffer you to pass. Memories lodged in the deepest recesses of me. Good night sweetheart; please keep me warm. I miss you.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Four Days From Monday
The fourth day. Four of the longest days have passed, with little respite. The disconsolate man, seemingly mired in the darkness that is his abyss, clutches at sand, still deeply entrenched in the memories of yesteryear. Tomorrow will arrive, but tomorrow is now just another day.
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