What's the point of
running forward these days if I'm
only going to run back wards the next days
Away from him. He was a tantalizing mystery. Now
I just see his violence. How very unlike we are. I
just want to withdraw myself from him for fear
his ways will seep in to mine. But I already
know what's happen ing. They already
are. Rest in peace, pieces of me. I'm
already losing myself. Piece by
piece the beautiful original m
e disappears with no **
pe of returning.
Ever again.
Love,
-S