I saw her again in my dream today as I slept through the slower part of the afternoon. When she visits these dreams, I feel everything in and around me intensifying. Like I feel a pulse from elsewhere. I know she was thinking of me, even if she'd never say it. "I can't tell you how to love, you can't tell me how to feel.." Another attempt at justification from the fool.
My kind always pays the price, always smiling... Writhing inside each time I fail at keeping my distance. I could never... Something always pulls me right back, and the further away I go, the deeper the wounds. "This loneliness is a life-long companion, ever-vigilant in its embrace, holding my heart closer than any love I've ever known.
" Won't you take its place?... Won't you release me?... Still, I am amazed, for her inner beauty is as rare as heavy rain in a house of hellfire... My father told me once, that even if I fall, be the last to fall... With those forgotten words, I erected an obelisk for all to see, just in case I didn't make it back...