the man who knew too much, yet too little.

And the intent, as we now know it, then why save the goodbyes?

i feel betrayed.

a reversal of roles that came so swiftly. the feelings of being shut out, i hated it. leaves an aching after taste.

never suspect that i still have the heart and emotions in me, not until recently at least. perhaps there was love all along, love that chose to lurk beneath an impenetrable layer of icy cold whatever. and it emerged to face all the wrong reasons. emerged in a blaze of gloom. like a murderous acquaintance i once knew.

another harpoon through the heart of a vanishing species. what more is there left?