Jul 24, 2004 00:34
The candle-light fought off the looming darkness, which surrounds me at every corner, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a foreign image, each time my eyes wander to my reflection, my perception of myself is shattered. The condensation builds, the bath tub steams, and I shake violently . . . I never knew you were so cold, and it echoes in my mind, and a voice unlike my own answers, but he always knew, that you were numb. And I think I've always feared who he would become, in the absensce of my attention, and my focus. We both feared what this change would bring.