Sunday, January 17, 2010 @12:42 AM
Perhaps it is time that I stop holding on to the past, a past that has held me back from tomorrows, a past that haunts me, a ghost that haunts me. The years turn to months, the months into days as time becomes a haze, like watching the patter of rain on a fogged window sill. Was I looking out or looking out or was I looking in? I never really knew, everything seemed so metaphysical as my universe unfolds through words. Was my past already written or am I rewriting it. Perhaps I'm writing to forget you. As the minute to midnight count away another year, I ask myself if I would ever be ready to live again. I find comfort in these words, they help me frame any sort of pain into a medium that I am slowly master over. Denial perhaps, but only through writing can I forget. Yet only through writing the ghosts of yesterdays come alive again. I still feel your ghostly shell, your fingers in mine and an absent breathe of calm in my ears as the seconds ease into a new decade. Good morning 2010.
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