Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

I tell myself, maybe I should pretend that he's dead.

Gone forever.

Out of reach, out of touch.

If I could start over this way, never wondering if I'm going to hear from him again, see him again.

And then the day when he does come back, because he always does,

I will say, "I'm talking to a ghost..."

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