07 August 2007
9:32 PM
This is the curse. The peripheral ghost skimming the sidelines, hearing the distant holler from an untouchable radius. The cavity surrounding the elation I cannot breach.
never meant to be. always been one to regret. This uncomfortable apprehension is captain of the ship.
Nostalgia is the kaleidoscopic monochrome of the elapsed - hauntingly beautiful.
Having departed,
it is no longer here.
it started, like these things do start, with a glance.
