2007-03-13
Everything looks good in cream.
I wrote, several pages back, that I wondered how this chapter will end.
I think I lied. I always knew it would end this way:
barren.
WIth me holding on to the corpse of a dream
far, far, far too long.
Why do I not let go?
Tell me, was it my hand that brought down the hammer of destruction? Was it really mine?
Bury this dream for me, somebody. Bury it, while I find my Invincibility back.
nothing ever happens at 10:16 p.m.