Pained...
Date: Dec 30th, 2004 7:14:59 am - Subscribe
Mood: reminiscent
Faintly recalling a melody: Shongak shongak
I feel...different.
Dreams still come and go, and with their fleeting I yearn to be among them every waking hour that I have. I wish to hasten time. So days may pass by. So every heartbeat that I feel lessen. As with each and every pounding I feel pain coursing through me...telling me I'm alive...and telling me that even in a crowd, I am alone...
So very alone...
My mistress would find it amusing though that I, on my part, no longer follow much of what she leads. I have, in a way, found that I need not fall for everything that she leads me to. At least for now...now when everything is quiet and I am away...
I do not even remember her face. Yet her voice still resonate within. Faint recollection of what was...
Yet still I am alone...sigh...
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