The gift of memory is an awful curse.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

... But that first cut is the deepest.

When I finish this... Whats next?
The same feelings?
Just a different environment?
Just a different age?
A new place?
A different occupation?
New friends I can't talk to?
New people to lie to?
A new bed to lay sleepless in?
New girls? New meaningless relationships?
More nameless sex?
More comparing?
More disappointment in realisations?
More finding that 'she' is no you?
More being lost?


The same feelings.
The same tears.
The same dreams.

How do you prepare for such a future. how do you cope with such a present.
Is there reason? Purpose? Meaning? Matter?... A resolution?... A happy ending?

Or is that reality too far gone?

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