.
Time. Words. Promises. Lies. Truths. Tears. Laughs. Lust. Lust. Lust. An endless, deep, thick, overbearing hunger. That nothing, not even time, not even dirt, not even light would appease. Not even life.
It’s one of those things. One of those moments. That was coming, that was inevitable, that has already passed. Just not mentioned. Dancing around the good conscience of our social circles. A feather floating above the hole of everything that wasn’t there.
Demons are not only meant to be battled against. I was seduced by mine. It was quite pleasant.
What happened with your battle? When did you start fighting again? I only knew when you lost. I wish you didn’t tell me about your victory. I wish you were lying in a ditch, badly hurt. So I could kneel before you and tend to your wounds.
But already you’re up. Walking amongst the debris. Away. I don’t even wish you’d look back. I can’t even stand that.
—o0SOS0o—
So it’s over.
Strange. Weird. Predictable.
I cried over today months ago.
I was just to lazy to say so.
No that’s not true.
I was afraid.
To go back to my coma. To the place I left months ago. To the person I was.
Now would be a good time to realize I made this happen. I lived through it.
I changed. There is no way I’m going back.
So only for that, I will say thank you. And for your eyes.
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