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By prezioso Date: 2005 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.01.02.25.21468]] |
| I have found and already lost my third great love. The last remnant of hope to get something right I got wrong so long ago. Although the despair be just as undescribable as those before, I am relieved that I do not have to try anymore. Sad, isn't it? That this is where hope dies, absolute condemn. Hurt, you say? Yes, she will reign in my heart, and it will hurt. But I am brought to "Paradise Lost" when God's most beloved told his followers, "It is better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven". Meaning to me, that it is better off alone with your heartaches than to live with those whom shared them with you. There is no more ink in my pen. No more space for prose in my journal. This is it. Resevoirs have been exhausted. The last fire extinguished. There is no Allie, no Christine, no You. Just me. And so it is that I am my father. Old and alone with nothing but incomplete sentences, unfinished, undiscovered, broken. I bid adieu. |