The End of a Dream

This is the finality of things, the end of that year long, or rather less than a year long dream which some might call love or relationship. The closure is rather vague but the purpose is very real indeed. The end to everything I know and love. Much as I hate to admit, there are still remnants of that emotion. Now, it is the clear-up phase. Life still has to go on. At least if life ends, I am answerable to no one. I am alone once more, as the void closes up on me again. The Postmodern is back. The barrier is complete.

Amnesia

It's times like this, when you spend too much time by yourself, that this neverending struggle between wanting human company and alone by yourself, is renewed. It's times like this when you wish you have self-induced amnesia, and you forget the bad times along with the good.

What is it like to forget all your friends and family, and your world becomes more private than ever, simply because there is no one to share your memory with. Maybe it will get lonelier, but maybe you forget about being lonely too.

Never Be the Same Again

You are the one who taught me.

You are the one who taught me that these are most natural.

You are the one who taught me how to love, how not to love and everything that comes with that illusion.

You taught me what is real and the flip side of it.

You taught me to control my superstitions and master my fate.

You taught me how to fight like I never did before. And I started fighting you too.

You showed me what I was like, unwittingly, and you exposed fully the hidden Harker in me

And I will never be the same again. Never ever again.