Sunday, May 16, 2010

May 16, 2010

I often wonder what happened to him. Where did he go? One day on the planet, the next somewhere else. Completely disappearing as if a new form of human stealth. But even present he was absent. Cold heart soundlessly beating in his chest. Warmth only when necessary, in broad daylight. Always on the ready to slice out others hearts with one fast stroke. Bittersweet memories erased by his pain. How does one exist with such a dull spirit? Not in the dark but not in light. Somewhere in between, the limbo for lost souls on earth. Terra-firma of zero gravity. He floats within slime - perhaps that's where he is, yet still occupying the deep corner of my heart, a place he once warmed. Still wonder if he looks mad at the world as it returns his cold glare. Can't keep his own fire burning. Lost in its embers cooling beneath the shroud of unknown origins. Past regrets, he has many. But erased for self-preservation, or perhaps a warped form of posterity. His cold steel heart not stainless beneath leather wrapping.

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