Strangers with familiar faces...

[likeshadowsgrow]

Surprisingly unrecognizable, we find ourselves here, the unfamiliar motions seemingly ripped from someone else's life. I wonder how much time's been wasted, and feel maddeningly hollow, aching slightly like a yellowed bruise. This story was etched in stone since our inception; the inevitable ending seeps into every memory (sickening and cheapening) until I see you like a photo under water, or like a storybook character that fails to surprise. Your form I recognize; your heart, I don't.

Oh, Fortuna, how your wicked wheel does spin [ regnabo | regno | regnavi | sum sine regno ] Begin again-- your mouth tastes like hope.