(no subject)
Reading back over the past, I have only one question to ask of myself, "What happened in the seven months of silence that has left you, unforeshadowed, here at the feet of disaster?"
Someone I refuse to see answers, "You've forgotten an intrinsic truth."
And I think it's possible that they are right, but I have no memory to draw upon.
Someone I refuse to see answers, "You've forgotten an intrinsic truth."
And I think it's possible that they are right, but I have no memory to draw upon.