Foolish me, I’ve yet not given up and I cannot until I hear you speak. Been given slaps, words I would not accept… Why does it always have to be me the one who wants everything to be ok, no pride involved, just the two of us, building castles in the sky? But I seem to not be fitting in that perfect world. Blind? No desire whatsoever to remediate the situation? What do you keep in that head of yours? I’ve been given the impression that it’s a thing of the long-forgotten past, but it still affects me for it has not vanished from my life and you’re keeping it locked in a box, for later on. When? “Why burden my existence with it?” I shall wait until the end of this week for a sign of life from your behalf as I have given the marker to you. If this meant nothing and you’re better left with the other fellow alone, then forget my face, erase my picture, misplace my embraces, wipe me out…if you haven’t already.
I never imagined this would incarcerate here…

Wednesday, 24 October 2007
23:14:34