Hotaru no Saiden

Apathy is a wicked thing. It’s like the infection gripping at my throat. The hot, dry prison encasing my brain. The sore, painful lockdown of my eye sockets. I can’t vanish from the lives of people I know. But I can do the next best thing. I can be forgotten. I can be taken for granted. I can be used. I can be ignored. I can be left to rot. So yes, I can be forgotten. Stuffed away or dropped, Like a bad memory or shoddy habit. I forget all the time. I ask stupid questions. Just some mirrored stereotypical female bullshit. He hates me for saying this. Can’t stand it. So why bother standing for it. Nothing left here to stand for is there? A year later and look where I’ve traveled. I’ve lost him, But I haven’t forgotten him. Somewhere in my own memories he’s still sitting beneath the Palo Verde talking to me on his lunch break. Somewhere he’s there, And I’m not. All over now isn’t it? It was this vision that caused my hand to clench the phone late at night and whisper his name. Yes, its over now. Rest easy.

- Posted by Kitsu, 3:03 AM

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archives	Tuesday, August 17, 2004 Apathy is a wicked thing. It’s like the infection gripping at my throat. The hot, dry prison encasing my brain. The sore, painful lockdown of my eye sockets. I can’t vanish from the lives of people I know. But I can do the next best thing. I can be forgotten. I can be taken for granted. I can be used. I can be ignored. I can be left to rot. So yes, I can be forgotten. Stuffed away or dropped, Like a bad memory or shoddy habit. I forget all the time. I ask stupid questions. Just some mirrored stereotypical female bullshit. He hates me for saying this. Can’t stand it. So why bother standing for it. Nothing left here to stand for is there? A year later and look where I’ve traveled. I’ve lost him, But I haven’t forgotten him. Somewhere in my own memories he’s still sitting beneath the Palo Verde talking to me on his lunch break. Somewhere he’s there, And I’m not. All over now isn’t it? It was this vision that caused my hand to clench the phone late at night and whisper his name. Yes, its over now. Rest easy. - Posted by Kitsu, 3:03 AM	ColonPipe Hyper Buddha Gorgissum Haiku Knock on the >>Sky Ebbles Miniatures