healed
a couple of days ago, i talked to him On the impulse kinda thing. Without thought.
The purpose was to inform. To let him know before all others know. It is an act of courtesy. This act of courtesy which he didnt grant me.
Because, the song is just a song now. I no longer ponder. i no longer get the sights.
the dark no longer haunts.
And so, i talked to him. He responded. Acknowledged what i was saying. and left.
Women. are so weird creatures. I cannot fathom.
To each his own.
To each his own.
To each his own.
The purpose was to inform. To let him know before all others know. It is an act of courtesy. This act of courtesy which he didnt grant me.
Because, the song is just a song now. I no longer ponder. i no longer get the sights.
the dark no longer haunts.
And so, i talked to him. He responded. Acknowledged what i was saying. and left.
Women. are so weird creatures. I cannot fathom.
To each his own.
To each his own.
To each his own.
Sprinkled upon a star
on Tuesday, June 20, 2006 at 9:12 AM.
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