Getting Colder
Monday, I wanted you back. Tuesday, I decided you couldn't have me back. Wednesday, I realised it didn't matter to you. Thursday, I tried to make it not matter to me. Friday, I figured it was time to leave.
It's got nothing to do with hurting. Pain means nothing to anyone but children, because children don't yet know that pain goes away. After a while, you work that out, and you just wait for it to go cold. After a while, it stops raining, and there's nothing left but cold reflective streets with no-one on them. They dry like blood, and there's nothing left but walking on scabs. And you just go, because there's nothing left to do.
Out on the street, out to the edge of where you used to live. Lights of the town at your back and fading fast. Fade away. Getting colder. Time to go.
(c) Warren Ellis 2004
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It's got nothing to do with hurting. Pain means nothing to anyone but children, because children don't yet know that pain goes away. After a while, you work that out, and you just wait for it to go cold. After a while, it stops raining, and there's nothing left but cold reflective streets with no-one on them. They dry like blood, and there's nothing left but walking on scabs. And you just go, because there's nothing left to do.
Out on the street, out to the edge of where you used to live. Lights of the town at your back and fading fast. Fade away. Getting colder. Time to go.
(c) Warren Ellis 2004
[Posted with hblogger 1.0 http://www.hexlet.com/]