Sunday, August 03, 2008

Loneliness

grips my heart. Its cold shadows slowly creep to remind me of what needs to be done. But if there's anything redeeming about it, it is my choice after all. Thus, instead, twilight slowly creeps to remind me of what I have to do (personal imperative over necessity, although the line may be blurred).

I will fear for the faces I may not, but long to, see again. I will long for an infant and infants past who we love without reason - we just do.

Most of all, I fear the certainty that I will forget, because it is my nature.

First line borrowed from Ance without permission. Please don't sue me.