Just as I was leaving for good, I saw your face and remembered all of the good times--even though you were crying. I was unhappy and stagnant. I wanted more and I wanted new things. I wanted out of a rut and to become my apex--just to satisfy myself and feel nominal for once. That never happened (it never does). Now, months later, I remember that moment. I miss my old city and my old life and my old friends. I'm sorry. I act from the present, however, the present is an ephemeral wasteland devoid of feeling. The only feeling comes from the past when I remember it. I'm forever waiting for my memories to catch up with my present so I can feel happy in-the-moment. It seems that I only cherish the past cause it is gone forever.
Well, you've got your revenge. It's all haunting anguish, these Shells of Qlippoth.
JFo
Well, you've got your revenge. It's all haunting anguish, these Shells of Qlippoth.
JFo