Wednesday, April 1, 2009
There's a Light that Never Goes Out.
I feel a strange placidity lately. I can only cross my fingers that it lasts forever. I feel like me again. This better not be an April Fools Day bon mot!
Complications of a love affair gone wrong linger like a hopelessly familiar effluvium. It follows you on every corner you turn to remind you of a liaison, that is no longer. We weep under a haze of cigarette smoke and we lie on a bed of empty bottles consisting of the "lets forget about it quick" potion. We need to erase this. The old cliche "time heals all wounds" is becoming a sick joke. Years have passed by like centuries. I still covet your admiration. Do you still yearn for mine?