Gloomy Ramblings
Four days. A life time and at the same time, not. It was something that happened in the spaces between something else. And when the lights come up we all take our places and start again without faltering a step, or missing a smile. Sometimes I feel that I hate this game. But I get dressed, add some instant personality and venture out just the same. Succubus, slut, daughter, lover, friend all these apply at the moment but none of them seem to fit. Loner, wraith, faithless and hope, these too are hanging over me and I find myself wondering why I am the why I am? Who screwed me up first? Anyone willing to own up to being the guilty party?