There is more to be said, but it's not time for words
In the deepest blank thought, ...
Why you? Why me? Why does it matter?
It just does, but this does not fill my appetite for a more concrete answer
I cannot move, not without being a slave to deceit
Not without destroying what still has to be fixed
And not to dishonor the memories of late
The noise, the silence, what about it? Do you ask?
Nothing.
It is but the roaming of the mind and the soul of whatever lingers in me
Don't stray, please don't stray
I mean you no harm
I would not see it so
But leave if you see it best
If you sense my wrath upon others brought upon you as well
It is my anger, it is all I know for now
But have faith in me, please.
4:53pm 07 July 2011
