i dont care that much anymore – the conversations are not as they used to be – to my relief – greyness stays with me now more than ever. I know you as a piece of glass now, im not haunted by you no more,no reflections, its funny how its easier now to say this, i am not up to this anymore, the memories – they are not worth my time – they visit me – but don’t stirr me as they did before – they are now just fragments of shattered glass, meaningless in their isolation, by well recived by my will’s interpretation to avoid.
Its prehaps the combination of tiredness and self realization, not from within but of what I realize about things, one being you and your thoughts. these plague me no more – but they still draw uncomfortable deep sensations as my bare feet squezze and rub agains them as i walk accross this place of shattered glass dreams.