• That was foreseeable

    That was foreseeable, you know...
    He is gone.

    He was walking like a dead man, when I saw him again. Wounded. Bleeding. That too was foreseeable.

    So I'll close my project and this blogg. Just a few more texts and commitments.

    (whispering)...but tomorrow we will have a song. But not now. The one he especially liked.
    Strange. Sad. Beautiful. So him !

    I was sucking his blood, sucking out his memories, just sucking out, again, and again, and again. A ghost.
    I was his vanilla. A pure touch of crystal.


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