It didn’t seem that long ago that I wrote this, but it has apparently been 5 years………
|I’ve felt you for years,
I’d ask why you hid,
But I don’t want to know.I’ve convinced myself you’re gone,
Your ghost exorcised.
Then you return,
To haunt my dreams
And invade my soul once more.
I can’t continue like this-
Half of me is missing-
You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted,
CSHL- 11 November, 2004. St. Brice, France.
Hopefully, since I’m returning to London today, these dreams will stop- or become more clear. I really don’t care which, but all that I know is I can’t figure out what is going on in my crooked little skull and a change of venue might help. Clarity is a great thing. I think that I could deal with the most depressing realizations (such as a diagnosis of my own sanity) so long as it was clear and concise. I’m actually tired at the moment, so hopefully tonight I will be able to sleep.