26 February 2005

2y

two years since i've talked you out of suicide, love. two years.

maybe that was the purpose of it all? to let you die a sudden death, not from your own hand? who knows...

two years of this, two years of that, anniversaries of a pointless cycle; next time it will be three years of this, three years of that...

ever felt like a fly stuck in a solid glass?