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June 03, 2005
Disillusion
The words rang through my head, and my hand ached to grab the small packet of herbs I keep so close now, my mouth almost salivating with the desire to do so, yearning for the acidic taste that would bring with it oblivion. My knees weakened at the thoughts. Was it purposeful? Did they know what they did to me? Everyone knows what I am, they surely do too. Is it truth..? Lies? Does it matter? It is not even my concern, it should not be. It does not matter that it is not.
Spring is now over.
Summer has well-nigh passed.
Winter will soon dawn.