17 June 2007

Tears in rain

We've talked.

It was a good talk, it was a horrible one, things are different, nothing's changed.

Time to die, says Roy. Yes. Time to let go, let it all go. Time to prepare for the winter. Bruise the right spot and everything changes in all directions. No salvation. Beauty was, ugly became. Let it all go to waste, in time this too will stop mattering. Time to say goodbye to it all, no more memories. Have no more use for them.

5 furballs:

Kath said...

Oh, my dear. I wish I could hug you right now. I'd do it the proper Portie way, too.

Diana said...

Am just sad, too.

Aurelia said...

I'm sorry, I'm sad for you.

I did comment on the previous post BTW, and blogger ate it. And now I can't remember WTF I wrote, but it was intended to be helpful...crap.

JoeinVegas said...

Oh, I don't say anything in times like this because I don't know what to say.
Sorry for it all.

CarpeDM said...

I'm really sorry, sweetie. I'll be thinking of you.