I met a woman...
...you know how it is.
You don't?! ok, let me explain a bit.
She made me smile. And i found myself wanting to go out into the outside, not just to see what has been going on but to become one of the many...
Then it hits me, the memories. Memories of emptiness torn apart by the simple act of two separate hands touching each other, and from the dark and cold warmth and light is born unlike anything seen before.
I remember life.
But before the arrival of its death i remember the process of dying, of how glances can show so much more, of how silence can be so loud that it pierces you in secret places you never thought you had inside you, piercing and staying there inside, screaming, eating you up over and over and over and over...
I remember my sins, of my pride and shame. I remember how i failed, each one detailed and catalogued snapshots of their faces between my eyes and my mind...
She loved me.. I love her still... or perhaps we are both lying...
I remember how long a goodbye could be.
It's too fucking long.
But then, there can never be a goodbye for lips that never said hello...
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