Monday, 30 July 2007

an insight; a plea; an explanation.

Having found my own particular hole in the wall, I realised with a sharp pang that the end was near. I crawled into the fissure and held my breath . . . but nothing happened. nothing happened. nothing happened.

"Please", I whispered desperately, with a strangely cold memory nudging the words into existence, "it's warm here. TOO WARM. And I know my time--"

I felt something.

Did I feel something?

OH FUCK! I FEEL IT! -- FUCK

No. Please. I didn't know this. Do you think if I knew this that I woul-ARRGGHHHH!

breathing. sobbing.

so cold, now. i can feel that. i can surely feel that. so cold.

but nothing else.

love,
monuments.

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