Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Current mood: bored
I wrote this yesterday whilst waiting for the bus:
"Even though several years have passed, I am still tormented. It took a long time to forget her face. Now the empty hole that contained her pulls at every error, every failure, every doubt. All that could've-been begins and ends with her. What's in-between is irrelevant.
Repetition fertilizes familiarity, which, as we occasionally hear, breeds contempt. I don't think it's a coincidence that contempt is bred. Disgust must be born and raised; cultivated by a simple routine.
You only hurt the ones you love."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment