He Who Cannot Be Named

A Curious Feeling

I just can't put my finger on it. there's this thing that just isn't right. sometimes it appears to show itself but when it's about to get caught it goes away, disappears in thin air.

I can't say what it's like, it's just there, and then it's not. It comes with strength corrodes whatever protection there is, and goes trough. Nothing anyone can do about it.

Sometimes is loneliness, sometimes it's the picture of an old friend, sometimes it's the old book that someone gave you. Yet sometimes it's a simple memory.

Killing this feeling with the mind is only a temporary fix, and if you get addicted to this drug, another fix will always be needed.

This will be forever unfinished. I spoke with her and lost my train of thought. FUCK!

posted by Vrolfak @ 5:26 PM