drayson

The book is closed.

It is a rich, full kind of sorrow. Not filled with regret. Filled with heavy sighs, and understanding that the train must now leave the station, I must move.

on.

Fast learning comes at a price. The price is pain, frustration, disappointment in myself for not having spread these lessons out over time, the way I could have had I not fallen so far, so fast, so blindly.

And with every breath I moved closer to what I thought was union - there was a light at the end of the tunnel - but it was just an exit. And I am shot out like a bullet from the barrel of a gun...

Naked with a fire under my ass and a deep longing for the cool shell that used to cover it. "It was nice inside that chamber," I say to myself as I hurtle toward obvilvion. Wherever I land now, I'll be unrecognizable.

But I'm learning fast. Fast learning. Learning that I can't give it all away, or there will be nothing left of me. Indeed, what is left of me?

"...truth is handsomer than the affectation of love."

Above all, I need to start telling myself the truth.