Friday, September 12, 2008.
The numbers on my wristwatch tell me I've been left behind, my thoughts wrapped around me like a fuzzy cloud of grey.
Life has gone on without me, as you have. I stand here, dumb, thinking of you. Always thoughts of you pierce through the silence like a comet in the midnight sky. Burning in the inky depths which are my thoughts.
Yet I stand here, mute and invisible. I yearn to turn away, to move forward, to leave. I yearn to free myself of these thoughts. But I yearn for you, too.
So I stand in blind silence, as the numbers march on, as you move on.
one banana, two banana, three banana four at 11:36 AM